Intro

I'ma get straight to it
On A-Rod, I still got problems
But these niggas never my problem
Talk to niggas like I'm they father

And I school niggas like charter
Keep them in line like a barber
Make one phone call like a hostage
Now I'm in my bag like the garbage
And I'm back outside like a possum

Keep the boot like Uggs
And I still ain't never been mugged
I put all the faith in my plug
Now a nigga fly like a bug
With my arms out like a hug
I got my own walk like I'm Cuz
Get off all different drugs
And now I'm moving slow like a slug

I'm still giving law like it's nothing
But these niggas 12 like a dozen
I got drums look like a percussion
Or I let it sing David Ruffin
Spin a bitch just for my comfort
Play more games than Dave & Busters
But I'm still gon' get my shit off
I be getting head like concussions

If that weed good, I'm gon' crank it
If that lean good, I'm gon' drink it
Y'all said y'all want me to roll up
Well, I'ma add boot and then spank it
Now this shit hit like a spanking
I be suited up like a banquet
Niggas be undercovers Telling
I guess they really pigs in a blanket

These junkies still out of order
They ain't coming back cause I short em
And I put that shit on my daughter
Out the kitchen like tap water
With a brand new sig sauer
Giving out work like an employer
I got an ounce of that in my pants
And I'm gon' get him off like a lawyer

Me and Che Che so toxic
And I'm still counting deposits
Making noise like electronics
I'm so stand up like a comic
Chasing coins like I'm Sonic
And I'm still strapped like a harness
Seen a nigga hooked on drugs
Before I seen hooked on phonics

You heard what the fuck I said
I will snap like a crab leg
I still keep the can like a keg
Came with double dogs like a dare
Now I'm growin back my dreads
She tryn ride me like a moped
I ain't saving shit that's dead
I can't cuff her like a fed

Bitch, marshae keep blocking my blessings
Now my mouth dun got real reckless
If it's one thing I'd never do
It's be the groom at her wedding
Well, I got flow like progressive
I'm on that blue cheese like dressing
Wit his bitch is really my preference
I'm the southeast home wrecker

I got a best friend named Sydney
Stay away from niggas that envy
They fucked up thinking I'm friendly
I will draw like Walt Disney
Had some wild nights off that Henny
Them was good times like Penny
I'm still on the south like Kenny
Where this shit is really a frenzy

I got sandwich bags galore
Send them junkies back to that store
And I'm still in love with them whores
Came for my cut like a sword
Got a lock on my back door
Got a gun the size of a dwarf
Let it clap like an encore
And I did that work like a chore
On Kingsley, nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Bigg Kent
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