Huh, Pt. 4

Which blick Ima pick today? Eeny miny mo
I'm big stepper, you lil bitty boys got teeny tiny toes
Bitch I'm good, ride like triple A down anybody road
I hate arguing, you want smoke, then when you see me, time to roll
Fuck a backwood grab a grabba and pack of tops up out that store
Brand new Glock up out the box, got one up top bitch lock and load
I'm the one that's havin options when that stock in shop fasho
Bust the highs down, knock the lows, bitch on my block I got control
All these choppers they illmatic, feel like Nas in '94
Guns n butta mothafucka, I need more drugs, I ain't buying clothes
I be talking to the reaper a lot, I almost died before
I told that bitch that when I'm ready, I'll let him know it's time to go

I'm back outside, go tell the hoes
This what they been waiting for
And I ain't gotta sell my soul
I already got paper hoe

Ion pick the phone up, text the telegram yo order
Ion like the cold, I might spend February in Florida
Packs come in from Cali, send a driver down to Georgia
My old whip was a foreign, my new whip newer so it's foreigner

My bitch spoiled, Ion tell her no
And we both got expensive taste
It's a good thing that I'm selling dope
If I got it, it ain't tricking baby

50 bows to go I'm out here tryna make this quota
You can't get none new til yo old tab get paid in total
Whip this all white beamer just like yay and baking soda
Ion see none, ion hear none, I aint no witness I ain't Jehovah's
If that pussy trash, after we fuck, you can't come over
Keep the coke and shrooms in different rooms I hate the odors
Razor blades and paper plates, I'm in here breakin boulders
And I flood my hood with gas just like I'm tryna break a motor