Is it my cars
Is it my clothes
That make these hoes wanna f#ck fasho
Is it my crib
Is it my whips
That make these n#gg#s wanna move like this
Never know, we can’t pick and choose
Came up from the bottom ain’t got sh#t to lose
I got a bad attitude
So I mix some jazz with the mood
Don’t you get me started I’m geeked
Got a freak every day of the week
This right here my lil Bae for the summer
See that #ss she get that from her momma
I need me a M that’s at least
Paper plates how I’m feeding the streets
Like a athlete go run me my money
I’m so handsome but sh#t can get ugly
Love the lingo and dig the demeanor
Yeah you bad but my lil baby meaner
So I gotta get back to the crib
Push up on me to see how we live
Parallel park then I pull up inside
You know I get money just look in my eyes
I know that she want me just look at her thighs
And she get the dripping that’s when I arrive
And then I get back to a check
Got a problem with n#gg#s they lame
Couple racks just to freeze up the neck
Pay a fee just to speak on my name
Swear these boys ain’t as hard as they claim
Matter fact they all soft as a pillow
I’m probably out moving the streets
Blowing weed out the crack of the window
Fareal
Is it my cars
Is it my clothes
That make these hoes wanna f#ck fasho
Is it my crib
Is it my whips
That make these n#gg#s wanna move like this
Never know, we can’t pick and choose
Came up from the bottom ain’t got sh#t to lose
I got a bad attitude
So I mix some jazz with the mood
Is it my style
Is it my show
That make these hoes wanna f#ck fasho
Is it my life
Cause I’m getting rich
That make these n#gg#s wanna turn to a b#tch
Slam dunk
Ballin off the assist
Heard a n#gg# took a shot but he missed
Shit, you don’t wanna see me get pissed
Shit, you don’t wanna see me get pissed
A okay but these n#gg#s wanna know what I be on
Slide down the block hot no AC summertime but the wrist on Freon
n#gg#s all peon
This a message that we on
Talkin right now til beyond
Yeah I know that you hate that I love it
That’s the reason I’m up just because it
Is it my cars
Is it my clothes
That make these hoes wanna f#ck fasho
Is it my crib
Is it my whips
That make these n#gg#s wanna move like this
Never know, we can’t pick and choose
Came up from the bottom ain’t got sh#t to lose
I got a bad attitude
So I mix some jazz with the mood
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