We smoke some dope, I fucked your ho
You wifed that bitch, she love but she gon' go
You like that bitch, in the way she like me
She only like me cause I'm fuckin' icy
Ten chains on, I feel like Mr. T
Six rings on, I feel like 23
My gang on my back as you see
Fifty for a show, baby, that be me, that be me
That be me, that can't see
Cuz I'm off this tooka pack
All this tooka thrax
Like Tadoe I'm just too damn smacked
Bussin' everywhere
I'm pointing my nine up everywhere
I got my guys up in here
And they blockin' everywhere
I sell keys, Ben Franklin
I swear I need Ben Franklin
I need ten keys, Ben Franklins
I needa be Ben Franklin
And that's a bill
Finna be he kill, steal your (?) top
(?) opps
That's all I need
And we gon' be at it until we scream, bang