We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
I want to party, live it up, pop Don and Crisīeen a professional, now I'm starting to mix 'Til I said to myself 'My life is betta than this' Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifthīut I done did that, recognize the cliqueīack round six-four times, fellas and shit To sell around the globe and more Bank than Towerĭime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips I take it all, still be the last to escape The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi I want to move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty Yo yo stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers why'know
