[Intro]
(What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)
I'm geeked up right now, I can't lie, I'm geeked up
I'm really just sayin' shit on this bitch, hahaha
[Verse]
Bitch, I came home, that lil' time made me a beast
You can catch me posted on the King or catch me on that East
Eastside to be exact, got a thick bitch on her knees
And this nigga think he macho man 'til he get hit with this glee, huh
Money do the job, I can't say too much about it
I dropped out of school, get brain from college hoes, so I got knowledge
Twenty thousand, wrap it in a rubber band, I don't need no wallet
Might catch me trickin' off, but if you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', I ain't finna buy it
I was in that cell geeked up, sharpenin' knives
Thinkin' if they ran inside that bitch, gon' lose they life
Put the gun down, let's see how gangster you is behind that pipe
Bro told me it's time to rock out, well, it's goin' down tonight
I seen plenty niggas wig out, they smoking strips
Yeah, I might be outta there, but I can still get buddy flipped
I'm talkin' 'bout Wheezy outta here, man, I can get lil' buddy—
I done been through hella shit, so I don't think that I'm gon' heal
Lil J psyched out, we was in the county smashin' shit
That lil' ho psyched out, she think she piped, but out here passin' shit
I just rolled a blunt, let me go put shh in it
No more stolen cars, no stolen rides, bitch, we too legit
Kiss the cross that's on my face, while you at it, kiss the diamonds
Slapped a monitor on me again, fuck it, bitch, I'm grindin'
Smash off in a 'Cat, your ho like how this bitch whinin'
Let me go get this ho lashes did, this bitch keep on whinin'
(What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)
I'm geeked up right now, I can't lie, I'm geeked up
I'm really just sayin' shit on this bitch, hahaha
[Verse]
Bitch, I came home, that lil' time made me a beast
You can catch me posted on the King or catch me on that East
Eastside to be exact, got a thick bitch on her knees
And this nigga think he macho man 'til he get hit with this glee, huh
Money do the job, I can't say too much about it
I dropped out of school, get brain from college hoes, so I got knowledge
Twenty thousand, wrap it in a rubber band, I don't need no wallet
Might catch me trickin' off, but if you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', I ain't finna buy it
I was in that cell geeked up, sharpenin' knives
Thinkin' if they ran inside that bitch, gon' lose they life
Put the gun down, let's see how gangster you is behind that pipe
Bro told me it's time to rock out, well, it's goin' down tonight
I seen plenty niggas wig out, they smoking strips
Yeah, I might be outta there, but I can still get buddy flipped
I'm talkin' 'bout Wheezy outta here, man, I can get lil' buddy—
I done been through hella shit, so I don't think that I'm gon' heal
Lil J psyched out, we was in the county smashin' shit
That lil' ho psyched out, she think she piped, but out here passin' shit
I just rolled a blunt, let me go put shh in it
No more stolen cars, no stolen rides, bitch, we too legit
Kiss the cross that's on my face, while you at it, kiss the diamonds
Slapped a monitor on me again, fuck it, bitch, I'm grindin'
Smash off in a 'Cat, your ho like how this bitch whinin'
Let me go get this ho lashes did, this bitch keep on whinin'
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