Bet up
Jerei finna run a lil check up
Plain jane on my wrist
That soufside shit
Gone throw yo set up
Pedal to tha floor
Don't let up
Hit tha gas no brakes
Og bag go tha face
Headed to tha a but an St Lein im wit Akeyz
Thank tha lord that he laced me
Jiggy keyz gone b straight heat
Now you niggas gotta pay tha late fee
Cause they slept on it
Rocking them 1s don't step on em
Gotta make it right
So i left homie
Shit worked out for tha best homie
B blessed
Shit hard but no stress
How you worry bout tha wrong shit?
Work hard so i guess
Niggas hating thru tha phone shit
See me they b on ya boy dick
Told you niggas in my forces ion never force shit but my bank
Joint lit of that dank
Imma paper boy
Paper boy
All about my paper
If you can't keep it real wit me
You looking like a hater
Imma paper boy
Paper boy
All about my paper
You ain't tryna blow wit me
I guess i'll see you later
I got two rawz so im cool
From tha soufside of tha lou
Catch me riding round in that grand prix
Gone smell me wit that boof
I got pack yea that's true
But ain't serving
I ain't no G
More like fresh prince
That pressure lit
Im too confident an im g
Im confident cause im me
Don't you trip off what i'm on
If you ain't blowing no papers
Then you ain't touching my doors
No you ain't hitting my phone
So no tripping when a nigga get it
F*ck around an raw up a whole o
Joint lit of that smoke