| It's wet ink, you dig? | |
| Think it's a joint... | |
| Y'all get a level and all that, right? | |
| Who joint is that, who that singing that? | |
| I likes That shit crazy, ahaha | |
| Once again! | |
| Back in business | |
| AZ is a whole game mother****er [Verse 1:] | |
| In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach | |
| Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet | |
| Bumping De | |
| Barge through the i | |
| Pod, I'm nodding to sleep | |
| My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week | |
| Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street | |
| One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet | |
| Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek | |
| Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak | |
| Don of the week, centerfold magazine style | |
| **** Kenneth | |
| Cole, everything is | |
| Japanese now | |
| Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed | |
| Who's on beginner mode? | |
| I see through the sheisty shit | |
| Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed | |
| Random broads come up order, few might see dick | |
| Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit | |
| Said it before, mother****ers, yeah life's a bitch [Chorus:] | |
| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it | |
| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it | |
| Built they own fortress, living the life | |
| Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes | |
| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it | |
| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it | |
| Built they own fortress, living the life | |
| Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes [Verse 2:] | |
| Kickstanding | |
| Kawasaki, cooling it off | |
| Switch hands, the sour got me, | |
| I'm cool as the frost | |
| Shower properly, smelling like [?] a jewler minoff [?] | |
| It's only right like a midnight [?] two to a | |
| Porsche [?] | |
| Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch | |
| Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust | |
| The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front | |
| So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt | |
| Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month | |
| No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch | |
| Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl | |
| How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold? | |
| The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute | |
| Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual | |
| Circle the menu, main course pick of the day | |
| Get yours, what else for a nigga to say? [Chorus:] | |
| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it | |
| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it | |
| Built they own fortress, living the life | |
| Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes | |
| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it | |
| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it | |
| Built they own fortress, living the life | |
| Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes |
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