[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Well...
I'm in L.A. at a Laker game on court side- midfield, nigga
You still lame, I won't deal wit ya
Makin' music for the real nigga
Earned money, me no Hilfiger
Ask Donald Trump, I want his figures
He's 28, put a kick in him [?]
Rich Homie. No bitch in him
I've been diagnosed straight spittin' venom
You need bifocals just to see in it
Tent doggin' we smoke that [?]
I told my girlfriend that I'ma see women
If he snitchin'
You'll never see me wit' him
Cause I trick him
Like a motherfucking flea flicker
But I'm frying these niggas- no skillet
And I'm killing these niggas- no bullet
But my wrist all frozen [?] like a bald head
In the winter time with no skully
I'm handicapped
I need crutches
I'm leaning
Grab a box of them Dutches
Cause we gon' need them
Well...
I'm in L.A. at a Laker game on court side- midfield, nigga
You still lame, I won't deal wit ya
Makin' music for the real nigga
Earned money, me no Hilfiger
Ask Donald Trump, I want his figures
He's 28, put a kick in him [?]
Rich Homie. No bitch in him
I've been diagnosed straight spittin' venom
You need bifocals just to see in it
Tent doggin' we smoke that [?]
I told my girlfriend that I'ma see women
If he snitchin'
You'll never see me wit' him
Cause I trick him
Like a motherfucking flea flicker
But I'm frying these niggas- no skillet
And I'm killing these niggas- no bullet
But my wrist all frozen [?] like a bald head
In the winter time with no skully
I'm handicapped
I need crutches
I'm leaning
Grab a box of them Dutches
Cause we gon' need them
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