Inergee

Gentlemen, this is a five-hundred-a-plate dinner
Oh, five hundred, oh, okay
Alright, no problem
Put us down for four star

Bitch, they heard we taxing
Pull up tryna match that bullshit, nigga, we scrapping
40, that's my bae, I can't hold her like a weak bladder
Pop a nigga, then forget about it couple weeks after
Everything me and Rio get on, they say we snapping
Put some pressure on him, he gonna break, weak plastic
Hit the road, poured up an eight, then took a deep napper
Told bro I know how to punch, he threw a piece at me

Drink an eight and smoke a whole zip, now I got energy
Blew his head off from far away, J. F. Kennedy
They gave my uncle life for selling dope and he sixty-three
Barack came in office in '08 and gave him clemency
I'm still killing Tay; he stole my bike in elementary
Bumped into his ass last year like, "You remember me?"
Shot him in his leg with a K, they call him Limpy T
I used to be a fiend; I would've killed you for a zip of lean

Smoke a nigga, then smoke a zip, then move to Tennessee
I'm taxing for the power, Consumers Energy
In the USA making a play, my shoes from Italy
Caught a case out the States, blew up an embassy

I got some little circle orange pills, I want one-ten a piece
Johnny caged a nigga at the store, I should've finished him
Bust a nigga watermelon open with a lemon squeeze
All I really smoke is Pink Runtz and Billy Kimber weed

Finna pull up on Freaky T, he got some different weed
Gelato 33 and Oreo Cake, I get it ten a G
Had my white boy crack your safe for a hit of clean
New AR came with more legs than a centipede
Bitch, I'm finna act dangerous
Hi-tech, Wockhardt, and Morton cool, but that Act' dangerous
Bro told me to leave the streets alone, but I'm back dangling
Bought my bitch some Louis, took them back, she got fat ankles

I just smoked a half, now I look like a Black Asian
Made her sell ass on Craigslist, I couldn't Backpage it
Hit her, now she walking with a hunch, I'm a back-breaker
Take the soft, drop it in the pot, I'm a crack maker
Pussy, you don't want static
Drunk the pint before I even bought it, I'm a dope addict
Bought a Scat' but it wasn't loud enough, I added Flowmasters
Boog grew a pound in thirty days, he a grow-master

Rob a nigga, pop his ass once, he gets a poke after
Tape his son up, then hit the E-way in Roadmaster
Poured a six in a small pop, it tastes so nasty
Let the hoes suck my dick at once, it makes them both happy
Uncle still buying 3X tees, man, he so corny
Counted up ten bands in all blues, me so horny
Dog ain't have no money for a feat', he threw me two 40s
Did a show for eleven hundred, but only threw forty

Ay, let's get this shit popping
Plugged in, I can get the R's for six dollars
'Cause my son like steak, he ain't ever ate no McDonald's
Left school and went straight to work like I skipped college
I ain't had no job, my first sale was my bitch mama
Rollie fake as hell, I can hear that bitch tick tocking
Niggas fucked up, do anything for a quick dollar
Niggas said I'm broke, that's like saying you seen a sick doctor

What is this? What is this? Where's all the money?
That's as good as money, sir
Those are I.O.U.'s
Go ahead and add it up, every cent's accounted for
Look, see this?
That's a car, two hundred and seventy-five thousand
Might wanna hang onto that one