Lyrics:
I just lost my mind, now I’m out of control
Molly got me geeked up, I’m out of control
To the face got me out of control
Four bitches in here
You gon' have to retire me
It's only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
I be out here telling the truth
I should sign my
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
just take a hint
Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa
It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
No seeds, California weed have you
know, I'm the hottest nigga 'round!
So when I get 'em up to my room, I got 'em counting me down, let's get it
4 (4!) 3 (3!) 2 (2!) 2
2 step, (Oh!) 2 step
know, I'm the hottest nigga 'round!
So when I get 'em up to my room, I got 'em counting me down, let's get it
4 (4!) 3 (3!) 2 (2!) 2
2 step, (Oh!) 2 step
'fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
Welcome to organized crime
Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
know I'm on it
I'm on it, best believe I'm on it
45 by my side, yeah I own one
See them niggas with me, you don't want none
I'm getting money, I suggest
I been leanin' to the right, like I'm on Xannies
I been thuggin' all my life, I ain't romantic
When I whip out the 4-5, don't panic
When I whip out
(Huncho you did it again)
Huncho
I'm from the four, serve the white like it's snow
I'm from the four, serve the white like it's snow
I'm from
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
the ending uh
Smoking on ills cuz I'm winnin
Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit
Uh, yea now back to the booth
Back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
getting real sick of me
And all these ladies wanna take pics with me
'Cause I may go down in history
As a champion - Eclipse Trophy
Triple Crown, I'm
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
Get my bands get my cash get my cheddar in
I don't need me no lil whore I'm gone do better man
Watch how I been grinding
Getting to the bag getting
worry bout your feelings getting out
If you feel it then go head and say it out loud
Don't worry bout ya
Don't you worry oooh
Don't you, don't you worry
Coming back in, five, four, three, two, one...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars
They play for DipSet, E-40,
the club niguh why would you wear those
I'll rip them diamond studs right out your earlobes
You asked for it niguh so now it goes
you want that hard shit
Sing Let's go, let's go, yeah, yeah, Yeah
Came in lookin' litty as fuck
My day one niggas ballin' with us
Shout out to the ho, try to replace Me
Now
fuck the shit up out of you
Even tho I know you got some doubt in you about what daddy do
I'm gone get up in it eat it like Italian food
Beat it up til
up in a new rav 4 getting money got a knack for it
We in the championship shout out to meek milly
Been riding roun Bodymore in brand new pink Bentley
(Gun, One)
And another one, shit another one (One, One)
I'm in love with them bitches
Hallows they be the ones (Aye)
This bitch will take you out
No
Grinding all winter
Now I'm back for the summer
Throwin' Hundreds out the sun roof
Cause I'm a stunner
Thought she was the one till I
Heard she was
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