Y'all ain't think I was gonna do it on this one did you
Caught you niggas off beat
Have you checkin the tempo
Streets still claiming my kin folk
Half of y'all lying about balling
Coming with all of the "heem"
I'm rivaling meek for the king of the intros
Getting better and better
And I don't need 9s an AKs or berettas
To stack up the Monterey Gouda or Feta
Just need to hustle my life to the letter
Infinite tracks so my pain seem forever
Say it gets better with time
Meds help me keep it together
In fact liquid in ever line
For every shorty that played me and lost
These birds know I'm hot how I'm dropping the sauce
The only thing now that you dropping is lost
The only thing now that she dropping is drawers
She trying to fuck with a boss
You know shorty trying to get tossed
Hit now I'm tryin to take off
Fuck giving shorty my heart
Look I'm just trying to get off
You caught ya girl on my top
You probably thought that the beat had her nodding it off
for now these bitches is friend zoned
[Bitches is friend zoned man]
Catch her dancing like she in the end zone
Dick keep her tranquil like "benzos"
[She get hooked like damn]
Promiscuous girl call me Timbo
Was never a G but stay in my grind
Whenever I'm riding wit kinfolk
And slide through my hood
move it along you stupid Barbrady
You ain't get none of they info
You be the snitch that say family matters
You knocked you singing to Windslows
Clowning these nigga that roll with vagina
As I sit back and just roll up my ganja
Ain't no spitting to minors
That just means that the times up