[Intro]
Goddamn, teammate

[Verse]
I'm feeling like Biggie when he copped that coupe
Or maybe Snoop Dogg when he sipped his third gin and juice
Thinkin' 'bout robbin', got that Glock, so I grin at you
Beef, ain't no squashin', Mortal Kombat, I finish you, yeah
We don't talk to the po-po
I ain't even call 'em when they broke up in my house, so we got a little stuff stole
.52 piece, you would think I'm finna drop you off with the motherfucking busload
Want 'fro, we talk to Hannah, Anna, Amanda, reached for her touched throat
No, you copyin' no fax, come to think about a n***a got more paper than Kinkos
Pink diamonds, they flamingos
I told the bitch I'ma put her in rotation 'cause that's the only way to tango
I put the strap to his head and he flexin' like he a Cincinnati Bengal
All of my diamonds and shit be wristin' like, tell me: "Where the fuck did the scene go?"
I've been crippin' since I was 10 years, now these n***as lay with me, the team broke
He still like corn dogs, click
Baby got my whole team slow
'Cause an opp hold with the whole clique, that's the only fucking tango
Said she married to this dick, let's see how far the diamond ring go
I get the green like Jason Taylor
My diamond ore [?]
Dick in her mouth, she be eatin', my baby
Said she a Crip, well, who the greatest?
They treat me like I was born in the 80's
.30's on me, all my .90's, baby
Got too many attributes, my [?] created
Got so many n***as, my n***as will take it
Sound Central, I'm the n***a banging doo-doo
My [?] like a movie, fam
He missing his shot like they move the rims
My diamonds dance when the light dim
[?] on my sweater, peanut butter team
If she freak up my credit, then get it on film
I rack out the pack, who the fuck need a Jim?
We need cab money like Soulja Slim