Nigga, I'm seasoned, uh
I'ma come down, popped up on
Buck -Hot
Haha,
that's how I'm feeling right now
I'ma,
I'ma come down, popped up on
Buck -Hot
Stuck to the script,
the bullshit don't apply
Run up, run up and see my
trigger squeeze
Cookin' up a chicken
like I'm workin' 10
C's
Sideways, just got paid
Slap it, ball fade, I'm ballin' like, ayy
Sit sideways, just got paid
Slap it, ball fade,
I'm ballin' like, ayy
Somebody ask me why the
same car in my videos
Because they mind you, faggot,
I don't rent them hoes
Quit trollin', get some money,
what you should do
I ride porn every day like it's a hoodoo,
huh
When I pass by your home,
bet I'm candy on chrome
Puffin' on a bag of strong,
bought a totem, lucky hotter
Bought a
Rollie for my daughter and some
Dosie and
Gabbana
Ain't no ho up in me, partner
Got a black semi -auto
And that lil' mothafucka go
everywhere that I go
Ballin' as
Vito, whip the dough pronto
My partner just brought me 30 in a
Tahoe
Make the work stretch in
the kitchen like a chef
I sold up the whole
apartment complex
Fuck who got plex, I just get checks
Bitch, I been fresh,
I wish they snitched less
Come down, popped up on
Buckeye
Stuck to the script, bullshit don't apply
Run up, run up in
C, my trigger squeeze
Cookin' up a chicken like I walk at
Frenchies
Sit sideways, just got paid
Slappin' ball fade, I'm ballin' like, ayy
Sit sideways, just got paid
Slappin' ball fade, I'm ballin' like, ayy
Used to be behind on my car note
Now I'm laughin' all the way to
Wells
Fargo
See, y can keep on talkin'
Me and my niggas keep
champagne poppin'
It's a must to us to live illustrious
They can't fucks with us,
I come down robotussin'
And everybody lookin' at
me with they hand out
Was n't lookin' for me
till they saw me cash out
Great state of
Texas, rep it to the death of me
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm
stickin' to the recipe
Uh, I spit dope on tracks
These niggas ain't made
what I owe in tax
Even if I wasn't rappin'
I'd still be high cappin'
I mean big paper stackin' and
you know I'm pistol packin'
Can 't be caught slippin' out
here, the streets real
You could get your ass killed be
hind some funky dollar bills
I would come down popped up on
Buckeye
Stuck to the script, bullshit don't apply
Run up, run up and see my
trigger squeeze
Cookin' up a chicken like I work at
Frenchies
Sit sideways, just got paid
Slappin' ball fade, I'm ballin' like
A
Sits sideways, just got paid
Slappin' ball fade, I'm ballin' like,
aye