'04 Iverson

Them motherfuckers need to gangbang them books (Yeah)
Instead of tryna be something yall ain't (Mhm)
Shit, you never know
Cause I might be the one to kill yo motherfuckin' ass

I'm in off-white but im still sippin' red
Fat booty bitch bout to make break the bed
Pink sherbet in my wood, bout to take it to the head
I ain't even ask for it, but she giving me the head
Stacks so fucking thick, I wouldn't even try to spread it
Pineapple fanta, bout to make it orange reddish
I'll block a bitch number, she ain't nothing but a headache
I pull up from the 3, like im JJ Reddick
I'll buy the whole pint, nigga, if the price right
You can't talk to my bitches, none of my hoes nice
Why yo neck so cloudy? Boy, yo chain look dry
Shit, I think its '04, balling like im A-I
Get yo bestfriend ice, he don't wanna play now
When I get a lil hungry, I look for a steakhouse
Put a down payment on you, it's gon' be a steakout
I just got some head from her, we ain't never make out
Boy, right hand to god, I'll bring the bank out
It don't matter what you want, boy, I know a safe route
Shit my chef from Japan, but it ain't no takeout
Riding 'round in the coupe, just me and my K now
He done took a couple pills, now he think he Superman
Playing with the right one, he gon' end up in a can
I'm in Saks Fifth now, with eight thousand in my hand
I'm bout to really spend this, you ain't never seen a ten
Lowkey that I wanna rap, I still got fire beats
Nah, this exotic weed, it'll knock out yo wind
I was arguing with you, but I done swung on yo mans
This bitch head was too average, I done gave her to the clan
Boy I got real money, way more than just bands
Put some 4's in the air, I ain't fuckin with no 10's
Two pints waiting on me, Imma get 'em when I land
Fat wooda pink clutch, it'll put you on yo ass
Boy, you so fuckin dumb, I can't teach you no scams
You ain't got no hoes to meet, then you can't even move no grams
Boy, prison can't save you, I'mma just tell Bam
Came with a hundred rounds, shoot the phone out yo hand
You lil' snitchin ass nigga, you would tell on yo man?
Shit, it's six in the morning, and I'm pouring up again
Tell the bank "All fifties", this a strawberry jam
Smoke coming out the tip, but I bet it won't jam
Riding in a Big Benz, then I-- her off cam
See a nigga walk off in all Black Dan-ban
Got so much fuckin sauce, shit I know every scam
One K for my shoes, I won't wear 'em again
Boy, If I tell her to, she'll fuck on my man
Liked yo dawg, over bitch, it'll never make sense
Seven hundred for my hoodie, I just bought it just to wear it
When I step in the room, all these bitches just stare
These is .762's, I'll knock down a bear
Make sure that wig tight, cause I'm pulling on hair
Broke niggas out here, I do not at all care
When you niggas out here, I do not at all fear