Gang Shit No Lame Shit E

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Soon as I walk through the door, uh, designer Is at the toe, yeah. Young nigga off out his door, uh. My nigga, come get your hoe, yeah. Pay cash, I don't have a note, uh. Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls Royce. Spent twenty racks on my rose chain. These niggas hating, it's so lame. I'm balling, need Rogaine. Hop out the drop smoking propane, Yeah. I-I-I do my damn thing. Boy you ain't nothing but a damn shame. Smashing your bitch, yeah your main thing. Come get your hoe, my dang-a-lang. Poof on a bitch just like David Blaine. Bullets hit runners, no shoestring. I dripped so much sauce I done left a Stain. You get the picture without the frame. Pull out the pistol, I bet that I bang. Play hop a tape with his motherfucking brain. I shoot to kill so you know I got Aim. You just a Shih Tzu and I'm a Great Dane. You know I get to the cream With my gang. We paper route, it is not Wu-Tang. Soon as I walk through the door, Uh, designer is at the toe, yeah. Young nigga off out his door, uh. My nigga, come get your hoe, yeah. Pay cash, I don't have a note, uh. Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls Royce. Spent twenty racks on my rose chain. These niggas hating, it's so lame. I-I-I hop in the foreign and change lanes. Young nigga fly as a damn plane. Walk in and hoes go insane. Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained. I'm rich, bitch, Glock Rick James. Cutting these checks like Sensei. In this shit like every day. If I ain't getting paid, then I'm getting laid. Yeah. Dope, bitch.