Ken Carson & 2hollis Shadeson
[Verse]
Woah, shades on, I'm too geeked
My eyes seeing smoke, these niggas don't want no beef
Diamonds on my t— diamonds on my teeth
No, my talk not cheap, hear dollar signs when I speak
Clean the dick, she a neat freak, think she got OCD
I'm ballin' like OKC
I'm ballin' like SGA
You can't ball with us, you don't know my body (What the f..ck?)
Cheer when I'm on the stage
No matter what I make, they gon' call it rage
Buck 50, his face off, switchblade
'Bout them digits, she gon' make that ass shake
I'm havin' a bad day
Poured my last four, then spilled it all, it's a sad day
Every day I ball in the mall, not just on Saturday
Can't f..ck with her, I heard she got a finsta, can't have no second page
Rockstar, rock show, rock shit
Pop out with my dick, can't wait to pop this
Ran off with your shit, this ain't no proxy
Got a bad bitch, she brown just like Foxy
I got the block lit
I've been trappin' all day, I'm on the block
She caught me cheatin', ain't never gave a f..ck, I'm actin' shocked
But if she leave or stay, all these hoes still gon' flock
Get the f..ck out the way, them .308s don't even got a name on 'em
Did 170 creepin' up the street, I just dropped the brain on it
All I know is lean, lean, lean, lean, damn, I need a cane, homie
She thought I was excited 'bout the pussy, got the bitch waitin' on me
