Tell Me
Beat hard bumping in my back yard
The big dipper yeah nigga ima star
Joker on the mic no cards
And like a nigga with an erection I go hard
Feeling like I'm in wayside I got bars
Smoking on that Marvin the Martian I'm on mars
And I'm in every city like some foreign cars
And bitches always on my pole like they at stars
Fresh cut fresh fit I'm the shit
Somebody better febreze me huh real quick
And I get more pussy than a fake dick
Oh I'm lying now
Ask yo bitch
I make hits
I'm 2 legit
Can't touch this on my hammer shit
Pushing rhymes like weight
Nigga all day
And I spit bullets on the track like an AK
Stop hating its overrated
Niggas and bitches jealous because they didn't make it
I'm filled with fornication
I rep that Laker nation
And I'm popping pills nigga like a aids patient
My beats bang
I call them pops
You say you balling but you got a wack jump shot
That shit broke
You a joke
I walk up in the club the bitches like
There he go
Feeling like the sun
I'm bout to shine
Crackhead teeth in the 80s I'm on my grind
I let my beats marinate like some fine wine
Fresh in my white suit
Tony Montana time
Rolling with the homies niggas acting like they know me
I'm on my beach cruiser rolling like my name was Jody
I'm spitting lingo like my middle name was e40
You can catch me in the streets nigga bet I'm looking sporty
The big dipper yeah nigga ima star
Joker on the mic no cards
And like a nigga with an erection I go hard
Feeling like I'm in wayside I got bars
Smoking on that Marvin the Martian I'm on mars
And I'm in every city like some foreign cars
And bitches always on my pole like they at stars
Fresh cut fresh fit I'm the shit
Somebody better febreze me huh real quick
And I get more pussy than a fake dick
Oh I'm lying now
Ask yo bitch
I make hits
I'm 2 legit
Can't touch this on my hammer shit
Pushing rhymes like weight
Nigga all day
And I spit bullets on the track like an AK
Stop hating its overrated
Niggas and bitches jealous because they didn't make it
I'm filled with fornication
I rep that Laker nation
And I'm popping pills nigga like a aids patient
My beats bang
I call them pops
You say you balling but you got a wack jump shot
That shit broke
You a joke
I walk up in the club the bitches like
There he go
Feeling like the sun
I'm bout to shine
Crackhead teeth in the 80s I'm on my grind
I let my beats marinate like some fine wine
Fresh in my white suit
Tony Montana time
Rolling with the homies niggas acting like they know me
I'm on my beach cruiser rolling like my name was Jody
I'm spitting lingo like my middle name was e40
You can catch me in the streets nigga bet I'm looking sporty
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Dillingham Jr
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