Ain’t got no time for sleepWaste so much money on mind ain’t got no time for meSha*ty call me all the time, and say she tired of meI know that I pop a lot and smoke a lot of weedAnd I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’ richBaby, I’m busy on the road, I need some time to breatheThey had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-threeSo I be stankin’ mr. Ben ’til he twenty-threeA lof of, a lot of ms in my twenty-threeBi**h .45 on my waist, I’m with my ven aquíBi**h, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the keyBi**h, .45 on my waist, I’m in my bentley jeepBi**h, turned that fire on them ni**as, they was twenty-threeIf I put that iron on them ni**as, thеy remember mеIf you heard we slidin’ on them ni**as, they make memoriesIf I put that iron on them ni**as, they remember meIf you heard we slidin’ on them ni**as, they make memoriesChopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodiesPj, got a thirty and extenders in this handglockI’m gettin’ get rich as f**k, I’m just tryna keep my man outGave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandboxHuh, you say it’s love, why your hands up?Huh, you say it’s love, why your hands up?They got they hands up and she always got her pants downThey said I stand out, then she tell me I’m the man nowYeah, and this bi**h always got her pants down, yeahThey tryna kill me for my bands now, for my mans nowTryna kill me for queso, fill the tan upTryna kill me for the lamb’ nowI got a chopper with a stain nowI bought the chopper with a stain nowI ain’t playin’ ’round, ni**as f**k around where they live atI’ma tear it down, from their friends to their grandmaI’ma hit him in the jailhouse, I’m gon’ him til the tec stopBlow the best spot, I’ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahI hit the ni**a, now his man hotI hit the ni**a ’til the jail hotI got the chopper with the stain now, bi**h, I ain’t playin’ ’roundSend the money in advance, this sound like a band yahFrom the bustin’ on my (baw, baw, baw)When I’m bustin’ on my (baw, baw, baw)When I’m bustin’ off the chance, I’m so off them yamsI done kept them thirties in the gram, bustin’ open, no repentYou know my ni**as are from jail rightThey get money, ’cause they some ..I got the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hideHit the .40, get the block hot, I make you black outSo tell these ni**as don’t touch .., so hungry off the powderI’m in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick the pop, yeahNi**a play, he gettin’ shot up, head top offAnd you know my hits are mighter, in the spiderNi**as play, they gettin’ shot upBrr, I got a chopper in the chopperBrr, I got a chopper in the chopperYou f**k with bobby, you f**k with me, go get your doctorGo get your papi, go get your mother and your mama (lil bi**h)And I’ma go and get my llamaAnd we gon’ do it on the floor seat, f**k what you want, gWe can do it like some doggies right on the concreteAnd I’ma show you how a dog beYeah, she only like me ’cause I’m flossyShe only like me ’cause the office, these ni**as bossyI bought the choppers with the tati, you takin’ lossesI’m in the jet havin’ orgiesI used to shoot up ni**as porches, gI’m in the jet havin’ orgies, f**k what you saw gI used to shoot up ni**as porches, g with torches, gNow we lit, we havin’ orgiesBrr, tell them hoes don’t record meBrr, ayy, you know ain’t no one hard as me
No one is dawg as me, no one can take control of meNo skin as dark as meThese ni**as ain’t got no heart like meI heard the ni**as tryna spot the gPlease, bi**h, had me come up on the parkin’ lotIn the parkin’ spotHit the ni**a right in the parkin’ spot right in the parkin’ lotYou know these ni**as like to talk a lotSsh, oh, he ain’t tell you that he coughed a lot?Brr, oh, they ain’t tell you that they coughed a lot?Say “f**k you talkin’ ’bout?” say “f**k that s**t”Ni**a, I’m from .. and that, we them doggies outMe and him dogs, we like to bark a lotYeah, and it just rappin’, dawg, yeahAnd I like my voice, ’cause this just rappin’ dawgHalf of this spazzin’ dawgAnd used to play games, I start spazzin’ dawgDon’t start with this ratchet thoughMake me put you on game and clap it offI slap any ni**a and slap it off, bowYou see just how tough I slap it offHeard that you backin’ offNi**as put on and I’m just backin’ offAnd then I just slapped it offHit that ratchet off, brrWatch me, big pu**y, back him offBrr, now watch this ratchet back the pu**y offI dropped them, I slapped them offYou see his response, we slap him offWatch me clap it offFirst deal ni**a (what)First talk, first dead ni**aFirst ni**a talk, first catch a round, ni**aFrom the ounce, ni**aPlay with me, it’s goin’ down, ni**aLay him down, ni**a, from his mot*erf**kin’ squad, ni**aMake up your face like you died, ni**aBrr, go f**k around and catch a shot, ni**aYou know I’m hot, ni**a, play with me, that’s on the spotHe dropped his shots, bleed, everybody gettin’ shots, ni**aBrr, .45 and the glock, ni**aBrr, yeah, they know I’m a hot ni**a, hit your block, ni**aKeep the .30 in the car, we gon’ get you shot, ni**aF**kin’ with me like you die, ni**aThey made these pus**es talk a lot, ni**aUntil I catch him on the spot, ni**aMake a shot, ni**a, with the .30 in the glockWalk his block, ni**a, catch him in the parkin’ lot, ni**aDub, and I’m gon’ get ’til I’m parred, ni**aHood, they f**k with me, then they gon’ get parred, ni**aThey get parred, ni**a, quick, fastGet ’em sparked, ni**a, put the heart, ni**aPlay for keeps, who you are, ni**a (what)Big gang s**t ’til the morn’, ni**aBig gang s**t ’til the night, ni**aThat’s your life, ni**aPlay with us, we gs9, ni**aHit you twice, ni**aHit you three times in your eyes, ni**aBrr, shootin’, shootin’, ni**as blind, ni**aBrr, he only got two on his right, ni**a, to slide, ni**aWe got two up on his side, ni**aHit his side ni**a, soonHit him in the ride, ni**aBrr, right in his head, right in his side, ni**aBrr, ha ha ha haDread ni**a, yeahThey f**k with me, they know I’m crip ni**aThey play with me, they know it’s lit, ni**aGive a six ni**a, right you right infront your bi**h, ni**aGrip the click, ni**a, drums hanging off the whip, ni**a, brr
