Keepin the torch lit, rub two sticks
One hundred, like an old school Nolan Ryan pitch
Who want it? It ain't gon' take but a minute
A New York moment, the Bay Area backward streets is haunted
It'll give you the creeps if you ain't from it
They'll draw down on the opponent, kaboom
In the night time or the morning, or the afternoon
Hella busy, if the governor call I push ignore
Even though I got three jacks like Pablo Sandoval
You can call me your highness, your majesty
'Cause I get the highest, defy gravity
Tryna throw a party in her mouth, what you thought?
In the am/pm bathroom, hope I don't get caught
With this broccoli I bought, from the broccoli man
Thinkin' 'bout buying us M-dots, in front of my van
It's a wrap like a pita, they gon' take me to Rita
If they catch me and find the squeezer up under the seat
There's a heater, a 10 millimeter, illegal search and seizure, BIATCH!
Got the Old School with the white top
Gold thangs sittin' right on vogues (right on vogues)
Made 25 stacks last night
Hit the mall and spend it all on clothes (all on clothes)
Gettin' rich on the tuck, hold up
Hell nah, the po-po don't know (they don't know)
In this thang all night, aight
Posted up blowin' tree in the low, tree in the low
Easy thousand dollars for the kick game
24-5 For a brick mayne
Lobster on the table, that fishscale
Mercedes off the lot, I fishtail
My lil niggas crazy like Columbine
Doin' anything for them dollar signs
Boy if you hatin' then you outta line
I didn't wear my watch today, you outta time
Cuttin' posi in that old school vert
No cash, hear that old school skrt
I don't want your nookie, I am not Fred Durst
I'm all about my cheese, ho I put bread first
Choose up cheese, I done mastered the scale
Check my record, possession for sale
At Solano courthouse I got a long paper trail
Way I'm squatin' these rentals, no these niggas can't tell
A young nigga
Got the Old School with the white top
Gold thangs sittin' right on vogues (right on vogues)
Made 25 stacks last night
Hit the mall and spend it all on clothes (all on clothes)
Gettin' rich on the tuck, hold up
Hell nah, the po-po don't know (they don't know)
In this thang all night, aight
Posted up blowin' tree in the low, tree in the low
It's burnin' up in this motherfucker
Somebody cut the fan on
Got the eagle in the air nigga
I'm just lookin' for a spot for it to land on
Sittin' in the kitchen, countin' chickens
Sports coat trickin', bitches on a mission
For the riches, trappin' off a crick and
Probably wanna kick it but I'm trippin'
'Cause I'm tryna get it, sippin' 'til it's finished
Young menace, give that ho the business
Spit the flow flu, on the Pro Tools
Whip a old school, ridin' on feet
Call it no shoes, I stroll through
I pour deuce, she so loose
I could fa sho goose, but she broke
So it's no use, I'm so cool
I throw deuce, I'm sick with it
Could give a fuck about your crew
I don't know you, I been down
You so new, I'm so stuck
Nigga no glue, straight grapes
You say I'm weak with a straight face
I'll bounce, but until then I'm trappin'
When you pull up to the house
You see a nigga
Got the Old School with the white top
Gold thangs sittin' right on vogues (right on vogues)
Made 25 stacks last night
Hit the mall and spend it all on clothes (all on clothes)
Gettin' rich on the tuck, hold up
Hell nah, the po-po don't know (they don't know)
In this thang all night, aight
Posted up blowin' tree in the low, tree in the low
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