Follow My Lead

[First Verse] Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin' Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando Squares don't understando Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin' On some doja, cars keep flippin' over Getting' Jags and Testerosas Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka Make a good girl turn to sinna Puttin' inches all up in her Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go. Chorus: Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3) Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5) [Second Verse] I remember way back in the day I used to get spankings from my momma But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol I come through with the blue Coug And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind 'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes Right in your spine Every time you talkin' down my rhyme Boy I beat yo lil' behind And stop and rewind, feel my lines Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine Little Christian on a mission But listen he gaining recognition In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin' Got a line and he went fishin' Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto Nigga I'm the one, the Christian The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes Representing of the way Houston These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS Chevy on perely Nigga I be sippin' lean And I'm counting green 'cause boy I'm all about my feria (feria). Chorus [Third Verse] I promise this song is harder than my dick is I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest Momma mad, 'cause I just just failed my piss test Brain deader than a door knob This is, for my road dog Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot The one to put a dope house I'm sorry but it won't stop My door got kicked in once before And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more I put holes up in they asses Broke em' like some glasses Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines. Chorus