Up Next Intro

So, so, so, so, slept on nigga, Aye
They ain't believe me when I told em, fuck it I'm finna show em
Crack the doors before I roll up, you hit it and be like Hold Up
You snitchin switchin the code up, I'm mixing 4's wit my soda
I'm iller than all these jokers, the rawest who betta? No one

I'm smokin you know I'm loaded, I'm fuckin the game I'm strokin
She tell me this dick is potent, I tell her the door is opened
You smell it before I smoke it, look at me while I light it
And I'm old school, NBA Jam, bitch I'm on fire
Yo nigga reggie bush, you know I can get you higher
I fuck you all at yo job, just hoping you don't get fired
I'm back, I ain't retire, I took a break from this writing
Had to find myself before I find some people to inspire
I'm sellin it if you buyin, I'm betta than all these liars
You thinkin yo nigga real but them police just had him cryin
They givin out niggas name, trynna get in the game
Aint trynna get in them chains, I'm crazy I mean insane
I'm down fa bussin a brain, itchin to kill a nigga
I pull the trigga and BLUCKA, knowin he feel a nigga
I'm knowin I aint a saint, I poe a 4 in a drank
I ain't talkin landscape, when I say I'm in the paint
I did it they said I can't, bitch I'm built like a saint
These bitches shouldn't be mad, cuz some of them pussies stank
And bitches be ran through, you see what them fans do
These bitches be cheerleading and fucking the band too
My 40 a grown man, let's see what this man do
Told ya boy to get it up cuz he know what these hands do
But I aint gone trip on that, fuck it I take my lick
If she wanna take a pic? Then fuck it just take the dick
I really be wit the shits, bitch trynna get in my mix
Trynna get me out my sticks, that's makin a deathwish
Girl stop being so mothafuckin selfish!
You must be trynna die, shootin like the columbine
And right now I'm kinda high, neva mind I'm lotta high
Everybody gotta die, and that's why I live it up
You know wat makes a person stronger when they dont give a fuck
So I could give a fuck, or I'll make you give it up
Give me all what's in ya pocket, when you see me get it up
But I just want a deal, the shit I spit is real
It make me sick when I see garbage niggaz hit a Mil
And this shit is real, but these niggaz fake
Free my brudda Squeek, I hope my nigga straight
I'm eatin good you cant get what' on my dinner plate
I worked hard aint no nigga ever keep me straight
So I keep a K, because she keep it real
I got a lemon squeeze, so I only squeeze a lil
Then I make lemonade, niggas sweet, tend to be
We go hard Double G, get at me or feel the beam nigga.