Cellular E

Uh, Patrice. Aye baby you know you my favorite though right? For real. It's so motherfucking real. Ditto. Trill. H-town swangin', hangin', all in third ward. Barbecue place that's rackin', eatin' on gumbo. Mitchie hopped on the slap, turned it to jumbo. Trigger racial station so loud like it's from Humboldt. Out the west side to southeast, I'm talkin' Daygo. More zips full of that wock, drop it in Faygo. Seal pints, send 'em OT where niggas pay More. Hot boy still on the run, They better lay low. Heard he went down for a K, my nigga Case closed. All bet, tell him I love him, This shit get real bro. Fall back, head to New York and cop a Gram stone. And listen to Patrice sing a sad Song I got choke me on Saint Laurent. Really, really like somethin' for dollar for long. Nigga, nigga goddamn 'cause bitch chose me. Showin' you ain't a real P-I-M-P. I got a bitch tryna choke me on Saint Laurent. Really, really like somethin' for a dollar For long. Nigga, nigga goddamn 'cause a bitch chose me. Showin' you ain't a real P-I-M-P Fifteen hundred dollar sweater, hella G's on it. Bust down blounches, exhausted, hella cheese on it. OG but progressive, SS thirteens on it. But the dash is digi and LS got hella Speed on it. Trap phone active, Lockers fresh out of Y-A. That's why the exit to my gates is via Delavaye. Vertically integrated, Quit tryna buy yay. What I cultivate is great in the minds and Bum in first place. Averse face spray while I'm drivin' on the highway. Disrespectin' every city like that lil' nigga from Nine Trey. Make 'em pay the highest ticket while Pluckin' mane chickens. Climb when you concoct what they need up out Your own kitchen I got a bitch tryna choke Me on Saint Laurent. Really, really like somethin' for a dollar for long. Nigga, nigga goddamn 'cause a bitch chose me. Showin' you ain't a real P-I-M-P. I got a bitch tryna choke me on Saint Laurent. Really, like somethin' dollar for long. Nigga, nigga goddamn 'cause a bitch chose me. Showin' you ain't a real P-I-M-P Boss From Antoine to Martin Luther. Young nigga strapped with a Ruger. In the Regal how I'm gon' maneuver. In the projects posted with the shooters. Mitchie with me, we smokin' weed. Word to pass me a Pro Club tee. Best believe these hoes know 'bout me. Hoppin' out the thing, keep nice clean. Burnin' rubber with the posse real. Ton of thunder got 'em minds in near. Takin' off I can hardly steer. Drinkin' somethin', it was probably beer. Sunday eatin' on Cullen Bo-Hully. Poppin' up in cornbread ho huntin'. Off the drank or like four po' somethin'. Garden City at the store or somethin' I got Bitch tryna choke me on Saint Laurent. Really, really like somethin' for a dollar for long. Nigga, nigga goddamn 'cause a bitch chose me. Showin' you ain't a real P-I-M-P. I got a bitch tryna choke me on Saint Laurent. Really, like somethin' for a dollar long. Nigga, nigga goddamn 'cause a bitch chose me. Showin' you ain't a real P-I-M-P