Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah What up T.I.P Yeah Cyhi [Verse] I'm 26 still a vet in my sport I got jury duty so I wore my necklace to court I'm going ham so I invested in pork I'm bout my green so I'm finna catch a jet to New York Old school Chevy with a tork Cell phone on my hip right next to the torch You step on my porch I suggest you abort Desert Eagle kick back like the leg on the horse My bitches is bi my dishes is tie I'm falunt with a blunt bitch I live in the sky Cuz I'm burning dro on 24s That's how all my niggas roll Pimpin' hoes like PSC Get with the joystick then play her like the PS3 Then jump inside the EXT Ya bitch easy like A,B,C,D,E,F,G Nigga [Outro] Yeah This shit too easy Bitch easy nigga Cyhi Jack of all tradess Master of nothin' Nah I can't say that cuz I master all the styles