"Blow-Up Bed"

[Nef The Pharaoh:]
03
Chang Chang

[Nef The Pharaoh & 03 Greedo:]
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
We in LA with it, we in the Bay with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
I've been down before, I blew up
I was on the blow-up bed
Now I'm that nigga from Los Angeles to New York
Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah

[Nef The Pharaoh:]
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
I share hoes, she say her last nigga was a scarecrow
Me and Greedy Greed back to back in Sprinter Benz
It's 2018, it's 'bout time that they let some niggas win
My body tatted and my passport matchin'
I'm addicted to traveling, I'm an airport addict
You just 21, you is not no savage
I am stackin' for them days, I am not gon' have it
I'ma pull a drakey out the bag, fuck a rabbit
Now watch him get to hoppin' like a bunny when I clap it
I be overseas, you ain't never left Cali
At the shows with the Queen Bey and I met Khaled
I'm booked, ain't no more room on my calender
This Hellcat'll burn the fuck out your Challenger
High school dropout, I ain't graduate
But I got rich, fed my family, then my niggas ate

[Nef The Pharaoh & 03 Greedo:]
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
We in LA with it, we in the Bay with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
I've been down before, I blew up
I was on the blow-up bed
Now I'm that nigga from Los Angeles to New York
Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah

[03 Greedo:]
Fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bitch you ain't the one I want, I wanted
Shoot your shot, the chopper hold a hundred
AR-15 drummin'
Look here bitch
I don't give a fuck about no good hair bitch
We can get some money out some good head bitch
I just keep on sayin' it's a good year bitch
I been blowin' up like a Goodyear blimp
But nigga don't tempt me
I'ma squeeze my finger on the chopper 'til it's empty
Know I keep that Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
If UGK, best be ridin' dirty with me
I feel like a legend, got some time to do in Texas
I can't make a statement, guess they just don't get the message
Smokin' lines, sippin' lean, know that line ain't hit the 'znie
Just sendin' them tracks out of town, address it

[Nef The Pharaoh & 03 Greedo:]
We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
We in LA with it, we in the Bay with it
MIA with it, we don't play with it
We out in London, we out in Paris
California king now, I had an air bed
I've been down before, I blew up
I was on the blow-up bed
Now I'm that nigga from Los Angeles to New York
Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah

"Blower"
(feat. AD)

[03 Greedo:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas best beware when we show up
All my niggas carry a blower
You could get your whole block tore up
Thinkin' that we scared 'cause we blew up
Niggas best beware when we show up
All my niggas carry a blower
You could get your whole block tore up
Thinkin' we got scared 'cause we blew up
We got the blowers on us, ayy
We keep the blowers on us, ooh
We got the blowers on us, yeah
We keep the blowers on us, ayy
We keep the blowers on us

As a kid I was strapped on the bus
All the crips used to call it the cuss
All the crips used to call it the sus
All of these bitches was sus
It ain't a nigga I trust
I'ma pull up and I bust
You know we don't give a fuck
We used to crip walk with our fingers
I never thought I would be singin'
I never thought I would be blingin'
'Cause I was right there like I'm Chingy
I be strapped when I'm walkin' in Neimans
Never ever been a Marcus
Big bag, he stingin'
Got it out the flea market

Niggas best beware when we show up
All my niggas carry a blower
You could get your whole block tore up
Thinkin' that we scared 'cause we blew up
Niggas best beware when we show up
All my niggas carry a blower
You could get your whole block tore up
Thinkin' we got scared 'cause we blew up
We got the blowers on us, ayy
We keep the blowers on us, ooh
We got the blowers on us, yeah
We keep the blowers on us, ayy
We keep the blowers on us

[AD:]
In the lab I keep a blammer on me
Case I ever hear the cold world
Swing to Vegas for the big guns
Bullets lookin' size of cold waters
Got the forty for me ese
Keep a fifty in his old chopper
We ain't playin' when we hit the court
We be ballin' like them Globetrotters
Hoes be playin', never fucked a nigga
When a nigga had them broke pockets
All these presidents up in my jeans
They all dead, I call them ghost pockets
We got weapons like the Ghostbusters
I won't go out if it's no problem
Little homies with the gotti thirst
Nike store, we boostin' Foamposites
Triple ounce, they eatin' healthy cake
Then I hit the lab with Greedo
From the gutter, probably never change
Homie still drinkin' Titos
Cracker smoke you every Friday
Jackin' niggas like Debo
Insane diss then you can lose your mama
You the new Finding Nemo

[03 Greedo:]
Niggas best beware when we show up
All my niggas carry a blower
You could get your whole block tore up
Thinkin' that we scared 'cause we blew up
Niggas best beware when we show up
All my niggas carry a blower
You could get your whole block tore up
Thinkin' we got scared 'cause we blew up
We got the blowers on us, ayy
We keep the blowers on us, ooh
We got the blowers on us, yeah
We keep the blowers on us, ayy
We keep the blowers on us

"Breaking News"

Aye beat boy 03
Purple summer
Purple summer
Hol up who are you
Hol up who are you
You ain't ever made the news
Hol up who are you? You ain't ever made the news

Hol up who are you
Oh you ain't ever made the news
Drummer gang reloaded
You don't want to make the news
My manager say they respect the money
Peep the jewels
Since niggas hating on me
Bitch I gotta take the tool
I Rob but I don't steal
I fucc around and take your jewels
Just cause you in yo feelings that don't mean that you a fool
Knocc em off
Breaking news
Knocc it off, breaking news
Knocc em off, breaking
Knocc it off, breaking news

Momma cried that day I hit that channel 7, ABC
I been out and one year later out here flexing, 103
My lil brother lil money went to heaven, G.I.P
His little daughter always gon receive my blessings, keep money
Every morning I been praying on my knees
Almost amputate my leg
Now I'm running up the cheese
Niggas tough on they lil post
But just was running up the street
I'm bacc walkin and shit talkin
You don't wanna fucc with me
No more counting bands, on the gram
Money in the bank
Niggas out here leasing foreigns
Missing payments, empty tank
I'm a project nigga ima always shoot it straight
Half these niggas say they got me just be lying to my face
I be knowing but don't show it
Ain't got time that ain't my place
I just use them for whatever
Then be like "I need some space"
I don't know shit bout no case
Please don't tell me what they say
I ain't worried bout who fake
I'm a legend he a snake, YEAAAAHHHH

Hol up who are you
Oh you ain't ever made the news
Drummer gang reloaded
You don't want to make the news
My manager say they respect the money
Peep the jewels
Since niggas hating on me
Bitch I gotta take the tool
I Robb but I don't steal
I fucc around and take your jewels
Just cause you in yo feelings that don't mean that you a fool
Knocc em off
Breaking news
Knocc it off, breaking news
Knocc em off, breaking news
Knocc it off, breaking news

Feeling like Future that shit better make the news or something
Niggas talkin all that jabs but ain't gon do me nothing
Niggas see me goin up and wanna choose or something
Fucc that life I'm dying hard like I was Bruce or something
I'm free but niggas give advice bitch I ain't losing nothing
Look at yo life look at my life now who can use discussion
Fucc you listening to these raps is you confused or something
If I get rich is you gonna give me my poo-poo or something
Aye
Ain't ever worried bout no rumors
Aye
Done lost faith in half these shooters
Drummer gang bitch no we ain't recruiting
Now I'm winnin all you niggas look like losers!
Never wish jail on a nigga
Ima put a shell in a nigga
(03, aye aye)
Neva wish jail on a jail a nigga
I just put a shell in a nigga
(Aye 03!)

Hol up who are you
Oh you ain't ever made the news
Drummer gang reloaded
You don't want to make the news
My manager say they respect the money
Peep the jewels
Since niggas hating on me
Bitch I gotta take the tool
I Rob but I don't steal
I fucc around and take your jewels
Just cause you in yo feelings that don't mean that you a fool
Knocc em off
Breaking news
Knocc it off, breaking news
Knocc em off, breaking news
Knocc it off, breaking news

"Buckhead"
(feat. Key!, Runway Richy, ManMan Savage & Mal & Quill)

[03 Greedo:]
Know what I'm sayin' like
I'm a thirsty young nigga, know what I'm sayin'
I'ma get up on a bitch if I think she fine, you know what I'm sayin'
Now I'm rich, I think I can pay the fine, you know what I'm sayin'

Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead

Ooh, damn, I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet (bitch)
You know who I am
I'ma flu flamm, free Drakeo
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ayy
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to ayy, told that bitch to whoa
If I ever lose a broad I'ma fuck her friend
I'm a real ass nigga, I cannot pretend
I ain't never really sippin' on that juice and gin
I'ma get promethazine and I'ma pour it in
If I'm smokin' on a blunt I'ma push a blimp
If it ain't a backwood you are not my friend
I was chokin' on that shit, I'm sippin' on the Henn
If they ain't got Henn, sippin' on the Rem
I ain't gon' get twenty-four, pourin' juice, I'm pourin' fours
Bitch you know I'm bangin' baby loc
Ride me like a hunter s'posed

[Key!]:
Yeah, kick a door in some skate shoes
Bitch, I ain't bougie, I just hate you
Pull up right now, I'm at Lenox
Ayy if she ain't talkin' money speakin' Spanish
Ayy, bitch I never went to high school, huh
Bitch I went to school, how you dig
Killed my best friend like Fresh did
Got your main bitch on my chest
No Scantron, no test
Niggas sick, asbestos

[03 Greedo:]
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead

[ManMan Savage:]
I don't know how I ain't fuck yet
Bitch been on a nigga's dick so long, meet me in Buckhead
I ain't fucked a bitch without the neck, you can bet that
Bitch I'm all about a check, you ain't even gotta sweat that
In that backpack bitch, it's a whole lot of racks
Dare a nigga play with it, I'ma push his top back
Plus she got that type of pussy make a nigga come back
If I put her in that Gucci bag, your bitch won't come back
Introduced her to this lifestyle, she say she ain't goin' back

[Runway Richy:]
I ain't hit her but I could've though (Runway)
Hit her friend and her sister with another ho
Shawty got her eyes on me (yeah)
Won't you come and spend some time with me (yeah)
Told her pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, bring a friend with you
When she on that Henn she on ten with it (she on ten with it)
Damn, I don't know how I still ain't fucked yet (yeah)
Bitch tryna chill, I told her fuck that

[03 Greedo:]
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead

[Yung Mal:]
I told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
Goyard filled up, nothin' but blue faces, big heads
I'm rich as a bitch, I don't know how I ain't fuck yet
She wanna play them games with a nigga, I swear I ain't on that
I dipped her, she can't even call my phone
LV hold my pants up, that's where I keep that chrome at
Middle finger with the five, hell yeah, that's my zone jack
I just bought a new jack, finna paint that bitch matte black, yeah

[Lil Quill:]
I just put the Forgis on the Lam, it got two doors
I can't set it on me, one lil bitch, I need like two hoes
Bank account loaded, bankroll fat, can't even fold
Bustdown Rollie, think I spent like twenty-four
Double G wrapped 'round my belt, she call me too old
Plug just hit my line, no call back, just send me three more
Yeah lil bitch you fine but I'm not textin' you this lingo
Racks stacked up like Pringles, ain't fuckin' with no cheap hoes, on God

[03 Greedo:]
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet
Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead

"California To Chicago"
(feat. Z Money)

[03 Greedo:]
Where you
You know where that shit come from, you know what I'm sayin'
Ooh, ayy, ayy

Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from?
Probably California where it came from
Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from?
Probably in Chicago where it come from
Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb
Yeah, all my niggas want some
Chicago to California, we dumb dumb
Where it came from, where it came from, it came from, ayy

Baby tell me where that pussy came from (where it came from)
Baby why you tryna spit that game for? (game for)
All I know is I'ma push fast forward (fast forward)
We never put cars in reverse whore (no)
Baby this a foriegn, this a fuckin' Porsche (skrrt)
No skrrt state but I skrrt whore (big body)
Baby just lift up your skirt more (ayy)
Ooh, baby I be feelin' like I'm Too $hort, ayy
But I'm not comin' from the Bay whore (no)
Ayy, what the fuck you actin' like a lame for?
I'ma control her just like remote controller
What the fuck you tryna spit that game for?
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy
You already know what you came for
Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy
When you get up on me, you gon' slave whore

Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from?
Probably California where it came from
Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from?
Probably in Chicago where it come from
Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb
Yeah, all my niggas want some
Chicago to California, we dumb dumb
Where it came from, where it came from

[Z Money:]
Where'd you get the bag, the swag, and the cash from?
Eighty thousand on me like some fuckin' ransom
With a Grape Street nigga (Greedo), Cali where he came from
Only fuck with real niggas, nigga that I ain't some'
From Chiraqy but I got on Bally, gun on me in Cali
Plug go in and out, got drugs at my traphouses, drinkin' got me drowsy
And this stanky shit I smoke the loudest, but my four-five louder
From Chiraqy but I'm out in Cali and I got a big gun

[03 Greedo:]
Yeah, you bitch ass niggas talkin' 'bout you got that gast
Or you got that strap with that motherfucking hundred round drum nigga
Where you get it at?
You know what I'm sayin', we ain't seen you in the city
We ain't seen you in Cali, we ain't seen you in Chicago

Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from?
Probably California where it came from
Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from?
Probably in Chicago where it come from
Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb
Yeah, all my niggas want some
Chicago to California, we dumb dumb
Where it came from, where it came from
Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from?
Probably California where it came from
Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from?
Probably in Chicago where it come from
Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb
Yeah, all my niggas want some
Chicago to California, we dumb dumb
Where it came from, where it came from

"Choosy"
(feat. Chris O'Bannon & ALLBLACK)

[Chris O'Bannon:]
Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy
Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty
And I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'

[Nef The Pharaoh:]
It's all by choice, not forced
Wanna roll with me, my boys
Told her strap up, and ride horse
Hush hush shush, don't make noise, ayy
I let her hit the doobie, 'cause she didn't put in on these cookies
Sorry if I sound moody, but I just want head and some pussy
Married to the game, I am tooken
F&N make a pussy nigga start bookin'
And if you hookin', be on dog and not tooken
Bitch don't choose me, overlook me
Millionaire gangster like Messi in his prime
I told her I was coming and I nutted in her eye
But is you still down for the motherfuckin' cause?
You gon' say the dope yours when the boys bring the dogs
It's Chang Chang

[Chris O'Bannon:]
Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy
Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty
And I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'

[03 Greedo:]
Say she ain't a groupie, all off the pills, no roofy
Make project music like Juvie
And you know I treat the pussy like sushi, only eat it with my cutie
Give me brain like my tutor, professor, I came with my ruler
Bitch free my Drakeo, every time I catch a gun case
More mad that they take the chrome
I fell in love, ain't no hotties that I'ma take home, after my shows
I needed trust, not these hoes, I only trust in my bros
Can't answer if your number ain't in my phone
Pull up, I'm fake ain't at home
Pull up, I'm fake ain't at home
Lookin' through the peephole
Just might shoot you in the dome
If you niggas lookin' wrong
Blowin' like we Cheech and Chong

[Chris O'Bannon:]
Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy
Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty
And I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'

[ALLBLACK:]
ALLBLACK a real sixteen, on Demont they respected my pimpin'
ALLBLACK copped them luccis, 304's, ain't 'bout the square shit or simpin'
I remember when that punk bitch turned back on me
Called me broke, put me on IG, flushed racks on me
One of my main shooters got broke, he might've clapped at me
Bills piled up, no toys down, it was bad for a P
Bitch I'm up now, what's up now, can't tell I took an L
Chinese change on no shirt, that fat nigga D-12
Niggas hate when I come around, I make 'em nervous, I can tell
Talkin' too much, grippin' they pockets, sweatin' and shit, bitin' they nails
This Kel-Tec got a hockey stick
Ain't gon' sock a bitch, I'll pop a bitch
My mama said that's a damn shame how high I get
On Jehovah I run fades, LA County shit

[Chris O'Bannon:]
Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy
Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty
And I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'

"Closer"

Oh, um
Money changes everything

If I could kiss you in my room then I would
This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood
Just so you cursing me these nights like you should
This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood
She was tryna get closer
(She was tryna get closer)
Now she tryna closure
(But now she tryna get closure)
She was tryna get closer, closer, closer
But now she tryna get closure, closure, closure

One night, in my life
It just might get you right
Keep blowing
Keep going
Until the morning you gon' get less lonely
I was homie who you slept on
Now I got you in my bed
This the one that I get sex on
The other bed I use to get some rest
This a trap baby don't nobody live here
A couple racks, a couple meds, a couple sticks, yeah
I keep it lit just like [?]
Ain't got a song about another fucking bitch, yeah
I gotta love you just [?]
I gotta fuck you if you wanna be my bitch, yeah
I gotta tuck you if it turned out you the shit
Only time I take my answers to the whip
I'm too legit, yeah

If I could kiss you in my room then I would
This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood
Just so you cursing me these nights like you should
This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood

I can't let my eye how you looking so good
Stay by my side like she's been banging my hood
Let's fall in love like that love-movie no book
Forget about me after a while like you should
I know this girl that's just like me from my hood
That's my old [?]
She gon' keep her alert
If I were in my situation I would
Keep closer to you like I know that I should
Oh, tryna get closer, closer, closer
Tryna get closer, closer, closer

"Conscience"

I'ma be your conscience
I'ma be your conscience
I ain't bein' too conscious
Whoa Kenny

I know a lame when I see it
Bitch I know hate when I hear it
I take a few drugs when I need it
So hard to look in the mirror
That's me, that's me
That's me, that's me
I could be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience
I could be your conscience, I could be your conscience
I'ma be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience
I could be your conscience
I know a lame when I see it
Bitch, I know hate when I hear it
I take a few drugs when I need it
So hard to look in the mirror
I know a lame when I see it
Bitch, I know hate when I hear it
I take a few drugs when I need it
So hard to look in the mirror
I'ma be your conscience

I'm that purple devil on your left shoulder
In some Raf Simons screaming hit the yola
I would do anything to fulfill my dreams
But I'm sippin' lean if a nigga blow it
Smoking city weed, I'm in California
Got a Texas lawyer taking Texas cases
Wanna be my homie, you gon' have to take it
'Cause I'm paper chasin' and these peoples racist
My lil brother Paul on your other shoulder
On the same shit, but he's still an angel
Tryna work my move, you gotta see my angle
Like my hands out, 2 L's in front
Like you get the picture and you're tryna frame it
Mind on drugs, I've been tryna change it
Gotta sacrifice when you're gangbanging
Fuck the interstate and that's an understatement
I was out of state for the entertainment
Dancing on a girl you remind me of
Like I'm Usher Raymond, tryna knock the vacant
Granddaddy house, I was in the basement
In the S-E-L, playing with the bangers
If you're in this world you should do the same
It's the only reason I done became famous
Gotta be a gangster, gotta keep it player
Never one way, gotta keep some layers
Stack Monday, gotta clean the paper
Lil Money laying, gotta peek and prayin'
Lost him in the Beamer, drove my peoples crazy
Been through situations that'll keep you mainy
Fuck a pussy nigga, I can't see too many
I can't do the Xanax, drive my people zany
Need a new Mercedes, pull up in the Maybies

I know a lame when I see it
Bitch I know hate when I hear it
I take a few drugs when I need it
So hard to look in the mirror
That's me, that's me
That's me, that's me
I could be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience
I could be your conscience, I could be your conscience
I'ma be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience
I could be your conscience
I know a lame when I see it
Bitch, I know hate when I hear it
I take a few drugs when I need it
So hard to look in the mirror
I know a lame when I see it
Bitch, I know hate when I hear it
I take a few drugs when I need it
So hard to look in the mirror
I'ma be your conscience

"Crimey"

My lil homie caught a
My lil homie caught a homi
My lil homie caught a body
First night out
He don't, he don't want no crimey
Aye, he don't want no crimey

My lil homie caught a homi
Caught a case, he caught a body
Compton courthouse with a crimey
Where they do the gangsters grimy
Undercovers on assignment
Solitary his confinement
Jail the only way you make it off this island
My lil homie caught a homi
Caught a case, he caught a body
Compton courthouse with a crimey
Where they do the gangsters grimy
Undercovers on assignment
Solitary his confinement
Jail the only way you make it off this island

Bitch, you gotta be from underground to understand this shit
Bitch, you gotta be from out of town to want to buy this shit
Bitch, you gotta be from out of bounds to want to try this shit
You ain't gotta beef with Jordan, down to be the flyest bitch
Hatin' won't work 'cause I'm workin' 'til I'm tired bitch
Bitch, you had to been to county jail to live to tell this shit
Prison saved my life 'cause I know I was supposed to die that year
Bitches want my life so they just started actin' hella weird
Niggas want my wife, that's not my wife, might fuck my other bitch
Don't you close your eyes, we stayin' woke like Donald Glover, bitch
Watch her snort a line right off the dick before she suck the dick
Suffocate the pillow talk, just hold it down and smother shit
They comparing me to Pac so I got on some walkin' shit
Shout out to my lil homies hittin' licks and flockin' shit
I be in the studio 'cause I don't do no talkin', bitch
If I wasn't rappin', still be Gucci'd down and choppin' bricks

My lil homie caught a homi
Caught a case, he caught a body
Compton courthouse with a crimey
Where they do the gangsters grimy
Undercovers on assignment
Solitary his confinement
Jail the only way you make it off this island
My lil homie caught a homi
Caught a case, he caught a body
Compton courthouse with a crimey
Where they do the gangsters grimy
Undercovers on assignment
Solitary his confinement
Jail the only way you make it off this island

Bitch, who got the lean? Who got the xans? I need prescription shit
I'm from where we Crips will beef with Bloods and beef with Crips and shit
I'm from where before you get some kids, you get some sentences
I'm from where they spreading all the rumors and the sicknesses
I'm from where your favorite drug dealers might be witnesses
I'm from where some peoples caught on fire faking chemists
I'm from where they used to get the water with no fish and drip
I'm from where they treat a dead body like some fish 'n' chips
Eat your ass alive, you might get swallowed by a trinky bitch
She might look just like she is a model but got syphilis
I'm from where some bitches be more gangster than these niggas is
Half the time these killers really gay or really snitching shit
I'ma make myself a fuckin' general like [?]
Free my hitters, I could be in prison just like Ruthless is
I got extradited, I bailed out before you knew the shit
Fox was worried 'bout me, I was good but he the truth for this

My lil homie caught a homi
Caught a case, he caught a body
Compton courthouse with a crimey
Where they do the gangsters grimy
Undercovers on assignment
Solitary his confinement
Jail the only way you make it off this island
My lil homie caught a homi
Caught a case, he caught a body
Compton courthouse with a crimey
Where they do the gangsters grimy
Undercovers on assignment
Solitary his confinement
Jail the only way you make it off this island

We on that ape shit
First 48 shit
Got the birds in
We okay shit
That building ancient
First 48 shit
A hundred birds
Real gracious
On my flights
I got them birds
That building ancient
Aye, First 48 shit
Ayy, ayy

"Cutlass"

X load it up bro
Back to it, we went back to the future
X on the beat, make it boom

Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin'
Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin'
Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin'
Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin'
Back to the, woo, back to the bucket
Back to the, ayy, back to the bucket
Back to the, yeah, back to the Cutlass
Back to the, damn, back to the Cutlass

I remember I was strugglin'
Woke up and I started hustling
And I had to get that muscle
Flexin', leave these peoples puzzled
Chopper, no we ain't gon' touch him
Green was sproutin' up, no brussel
Orange hairs like I'm fucking Chucky
White girls like I'm fucking Jason
Live my dream just like I'm Freddy
Got the bodies in the basement
Dead bodies, dead bodies, talkin' presidents
Everybody know I'll get you out of here, no evidence
Ayy ayy, ayy, pull up at your residence
Ayy, ayy, niggas gon' be heaven sent
Go to jail only way we go to hell
All these niggas actin' frail, I put packages in mail, boy
Ayy, like the paper boy

Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin'
Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin'
Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin'
Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin'
Back to the, woo, back to the bucket
Back to the, ayy, back to the bucket
Back to the, yeah, back to the Cutlass
Back to the, damn, back to the Cutlass

Back to the business, back to the bitches
Back to the riches, Bally Total Fitness, put weight on my bitches
Like a trainer, I'm a gang banger, not an entertainer
But I'm famous, bought a banger 'fore I ever let my chain swang 'em
Smoke another zone, bitch we Cheech and Chong
Ridin' with my niggas whether right or wrong, ayy, ayy
Most of these rappers'll write a statement 'fore they write a song
In my trap I'm doin' numbers like Celine Dion
Put that Tech inside my beverage just to calm me down
You want static, it get hectic, then you not around
Bitch you gotta be protected in the Jordan Downs
Bitch you gotta be protected in the Jordan Downs

Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin'
Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin'
Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin'
Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin'
Back to the, woo, back to the bucket
Back to the, ayy, back to the bucket
Back to the, yeah, back to the Cutlass
Back to the, damn, back to the Cutlass

Ooh, take 'em back to that Cutlass, ooh, ayy
Take 'em back to that Cutlass, ooh, ooh
Take 'em back to when I was strugglin', ooh
Take 'em back to when I was hustlin'
Back to that, back, back, back, back back
Back to that, back, back back, back, back back
Ooh, damn, Drummer Gang, we gon'
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ooh