Same ol', same ol'
Just tryin' to get this paper to unfold wit them lame hoes
They holla for a dolla, they know that my bank fold
It's the reason for the season, so now I'mma change hoes
I make 'em then I break 'em and shake 'em and drain hoes
I don't play no games, why they thinkin' I'm lame fo'?
Now when I'm bustin' nugs it's yo head I'm 'on aim fo'
And givin' you snitches stitches 'cause that's how the game go
I'm lerkin' and I'm merkin' and workin' the game, oh
I sell two for five in the weed and I slang blow
Now Pistol keep it pimpin' in gators and Kangos
But niggas hit the club, then go trap in the same clothes
Yeah, I got that mid for the cheap and it came low
Ridin' on 24's, swervin' from lane to lane, ho
I'm flashin' new twenties, so hoes follow like rainbows
"How they always rip the track?"
Cause that's what I came fo'