Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, that's 28 right there, right perfectly exact, baby, I been cut out of everything, man, don't come back to me, man, all sales are final When you leave me, leave me, man, do what you want to do with it, all sales are final Cons to the 'Quence, Volume 1 is over, niggas is finito, wait a minute, word up [Verse] Now I can put a cooler on my head and stick up your retail And almost guaranteed cooler, had to prevail How he actin'? stock up, stuck up from retail, the only thing that matters is we pass and she fails Hooker pleasе, they gon' call me Booker T, thе way they discontinued sprees, I'm doin' the Spinneroni Drive 1, front off, go back to hit a roomie But wait'll she get off, act a poor rookie Tryna set me up so rival niggas can shoot me Cause I'm a dope man, that's so Martin Louie The only man in Queens with the upside-down Gucci While you a mini-hooper, pushin' the mini-cooper One of them blind-eyed is inside of a Wendy's room or Tryna trick the consumers, what do I regret? What do I do to the alphabet? Make the alpha step Cause seein' the alphabet's two-alpha-set And y'all know dead fresh is the love of my life So at the club, I'ma call my wife Cut your tongue, nigga, get a game out, and y'all know that I'm right And my gear is so tight, I have swimming in tights Doin' the dance they doin', give me the light While y'all niggas in the club, tryna crush the night Yo, I'm back at the lab, bout to crush your mic And my niggas went through life to avoid them jack moves You bust at me, I'm bustin' right back at you And once I come at you, the beef ain't settlin' Cause my niggas keep it real, like a backyard wrestling [Outro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, what's up? Come on This is all sales are final, nigga Yeah, ha, rock the world Come in, get a crack of leather, nigga Then the world comes back and I'm buildin', bitch Word! Y'all, what's good, nigga? Aight, good, nigga, do the dance thing Woo!