[Intro: Joe Moses]
I'on' be trippin' (hmm)
You a fool for this Official
Niggas know what it is (JM!)
[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
Make it rain on a stripper, what's the forecast? (what?)
CB4 nigga, straight outta the Locash (JM)
Play tag, and leave 'em sniffin' down the door mat
Pour Act' and treat a model bitch like a coat rack (what?)
Run it back from the corner, I was Prime Time (Deion!)
Fuck bars, this is facts, only grind time (JM)
No deal, no label, still high sign (Official)
I have to thank the man for the watch, this is God's timing
Patek talk, new thot with a new mouth (what?)
Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker, call it Juntao
Superstar but still hit 'em with the boom-pow
Fazed to the homies outside that's gettin' K'd down
Bustin' B, like I'm straight outta the red side
Got a bitch but still a C with all that hair 'bout (what?)
My Crip bitch wanna see what all that red 'bout
Tell that bitch don't worry bout my whereabouts
I been sellin' 'phetamines, bitch I'm dope pedalling
Got heroin, got Percocets, got white girls, got ketamine (what?)
Got dick for some of these hoes who havin' dreams of the Fed
April Fools with that cash, had to cut off all my dreads (JM)
Tell the homies "let's go red", man dead, whoever said what they said
Would'a did a hunnid years for the gang, bitch I bled
To the shit I represent, it ain't no secret (JM)
Professional with that beef, I ain't no vegan
I'on' be trippin' (hmm)
You a fool for this Official
Niggas know what it is (JM!)
[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
Make it rain on a stripper, what's the forecast? (what?)
CB4 nigga, straight outta the Locash (JM)
Play tag, and leave 'em sniffin' down the door mat
Pour Act' and treat a model bitch like a coat rack (what?)
Run it back from the corner, I was Prime Time (Deion!)
Fuck bars, this is facts, only grind time (JM)
No deal, no label, still high sign (Official)
I have to thank the man for the watch, this is God's timing
Patek talk, new thot with a new mouth (what?)
Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker, call it Juntao
Superstar but still hit 'em with the boom-pow
Fazed to the homies outside that's gettin' K'd down
Bustin' B, like I'm straight outta the red side
Got a bitch but still a C with all that hair 'bout (what?)
My Crip bitch wanna see what all that red 'bout
Tell that bitch don't worry bout my whereabouts
I been sellin' 'phetamines, bitch I'm dope pedalling
Got heroin, got Percocets, got white girls, got ketamine (what?)
Got dick for some of these hoes who havin' dreams of the Fed
April Fools with that cash, had to cut off all my dreads (JM)
Tell the homies "let's go red", man dead, whoever said what they said
Would'a did a hunnid years for the gang, bitch I bled
To the shit I represent, it ain't no secret (JM)
Professional with that beef, I ain't no vegan
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