Hood up, blade out, bitch, Im ready
Pro club, type neck, bitch, Im heavy
Dirty old shoes, but I get clean money
When you get money you dont care about nothing
Still I know that I dont mean nothing
It just feel nice putting food in my stomach
One million blunts, and Im back to the curb
Young white trash, came back for the serve
Long hair, looking like a young white bitch
But you never see a bitch go like this
Roll my sticks, Imma show my wrist
And roll of the diamonds, let it shine, let it glisten
White boys cant listen
Get too mad they dont sound like this
Watch out who you dissing
I dont say a word you just wind up missing
And its just like that
When I speak, bitch, dont talk back
And its just like that
When I speak, bitch, dont talk back
Said its just like that
When I speak, bitch, dont talk back
Said its just like that
When I speak, bitch, dont talk back