Gold BBS'S

Lulu, uh

Yeah nigga, let me get a light

Smoking this mimosa

Why the popo so vexed for? They raid the wrong house

We had the dope and money next door, uh

The water on my neck pure and I ain't even get the back-end yet from my next tour

That's what they so upset for, they broke so they gon' stress more

I keep my gun on me, you left yours

My money in line that's why I'm good with the connect for

Dog food in the trunk like I just left the pet store (talk to 'em)

Free the brodie, they got my dude up in the mountains

When we was fifteen, we used to shoot up niggas houses

Started with an eight ball and then I moved a couple ounces

I fucked nigga's baby mommas, even seduced a couple spouses

I just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain't even out yet

Pussy good? Get a new outfit. Christian, Loubs if her mouth wet

Niggas ain't richer than me, I doubt that

Set the streets on fire and niggas ain't put me out yet, Machine bitch

I told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload

Ain't it funny how we open laundry mats

To wash the money from the load, laundry mat rap

My Spanish homie on the west

He think he Tony, when he sniff, he lose control (Perico)

And he don't care who out there when he slide

He gon' pull up and start emptying the pole

And everybody goes nigga

I say the word, niggas gon' run down

With F&N drum rounds you getting gunned down

Tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it

So I had to shoot this SK, I gotta teach my son now

How you gangsta? You ain't never do shit

You ain't never shoot shit, never been to jail

I could tell you a bitch (pussy)

We was peddlin' sniff, told my brodie let's fuck with this rap shit

He said he'd rather sell a few bricks

He said that's like me telling you quit

When you the best at what you do, ain't nobody on your level who spit

Came from the bottom from shoveling shit

Now it's thirty pointers in the bezel of my Oyster Perpetual wrist

Your bitch could tell you I'm rich, she came to my telly, The Ritz

And I gave her impeccable dick

I keep this Mac-11, I grip

I let off a clip when I throw my gun in the air, word to Fredro and Stick

I told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload (let that shit go, nigga, let that shit rip)

Ain't it funny how we open laundry mats

To wash the money from the load (wash and folds, nigga)

My Spanish homie on the west

He think he Tony, when he sniff, he lose control (Papi)

And he don't care who out there when he slide

He gon' pull up and start emptying the pole

And everybody goes nigga

Yeah nigga, everybody goes nigga

You, and you, and him too nigga

Greenlight on all you niggas

Niggas know what the fuck is up nigga, yeah