Set The Record Straight

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Let's set the record straight I own real estate What it pay for? I ain't never late (Yeah) Fucked her twice But we ain't never date (for real) Gotti spaz and you hella late Got bars like a jail cell You thot bitch you a trend fail I just walk up in Epic "where my money at?" Like it's a drug sale Let me get it, fuck the mayor And the keys to the city Fuck bitch i got keys to the hemi Fuck they don't really hear me They don't really feel me Yeah I got plug boy I can get plenty I can go to Seattle I can get shit so motherfucking green Like a Greenbay Packer I was selling in Alaska Ooo I was selling in Alaska Driveway look like a lobster I was in the White House Nigga that's a white out Looking like a motherfucking white [?] Just met your bitch And fucked her night after Gangsta on the Internet You thuggin' on Apple You the type of nigga talking bad on the comments I'm the type of nigga see you in person and slap ya BANG BANG BANG Nigga that's the sound of a gun Bitch you better run I swear the flow so stupid I swear the boy so [?] These niggas so groupie Tell a pussy keep it movin' I swear the flow so stupid Ooo the boy so [?] And these niggas so groupie Nigga don't shake my hand, keep it movin' I said all the hustlers come (Yeah) Hit my nigga with a pack the hood jump (Yeah) Nigga pull up [?] the hood, dump it (Yeah) I ain't even gotta call the hood comes (Yeah) You ain't really from the hood you from the outskirts (pussy) You ain't really gettin' it in you without work (pussy) Ima dope boy god to the trap niggas I'll fuck around n bless one of you lil niggas Flow so stupid you could tell bout it Pride so big go to jail bout it Love the hood so much raise hell bout it Loyal to the plug tell nobody Dope boy shit investigate it Now I'm in position so you really hate it Lil niggas in my business playin' hoe game Fuck around with me you'll be a no name King of the city they gotta test ya Pay the plug on time he gotta bless ya Make more money than the police and the mayor then you know they gotta try to Arrest ya Fuck the label they gonna try to finesse ya So I told him fuck em hope they get the message Niggas always wanna shake hands Pussies always wanna make plans Bought a pair of Lou's and some Jimmy Choo's outta floumingdale for the 8grand Talking down that hate man big word by the freight Gotta white house and a fork lift Every hundred pounds on a crate