Lyrics

[Intro] You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? [Hook] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Pull up in a Panamera lookin so clean Weaving in and out of traffic like it's on lean Call me murda nigga, tryna kill the whole scene Getting money like I'm tryna feed the whole team No lie, Im'a do it for the whole south Somebody better tell them other niggas hold off Keep fuckin with a nigga, Im'a go off Jump fly, Im'a run up in that ho mouth Gotta hella short temper, nigga money long Leave holes in a nigga like a honey comb Kill shit like I do a nigga, nigga's on Asshole, you can see I'm in another zone Real nigga kick shit like karate Chop niggas up like I'm tryna cook beef Bitch wanna fuck, gotta put er on a leash Before I run up in er, then I put er back up there out on the street Any time I cop a whip I'm goin floss Nigga this hit the turn on lil boss When it come to Houston, Texas that's me Tell em I'm ten for ten with no loss [Verse 2: Future] Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday [Hook] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean [Verse 3: Future] Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, nigga we gon pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80′s We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got that styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt [Hook] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean