[Intro: Lil Jairmy]
I went Supreme
I went motherfuckin' Balenciaga
And Moncler on them folks
Five of 'em, I couldn't make my mind up, 30 (Finesse, you stupid for this ho)
30, I couldn't make my mind up today, I ain't know what I want
[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
I went pissed dirty for my PO, I couldn't stop smokin' weed
I don't believe in drivin', so I ride in fast machines
Body like a car, I need that oil, I run off gasoline
Guarantee the nigga who play with me'll be a casualty
I'm ready for every fuckin' problem that this money bring
Ask the streets about these niggas, they ain't done a fuckin' thing
Chopper hit his body, leave a hole the size of onion ring
I can't show these hoes no favors, just might hit 'em once a piece
When I hit her from the back, I grab her hair so she can't run from me
Niggas cap, I keep my gun with me, ain't no nigga took nothin' from me
Still the same nigga all by myself or I'm a hundred deep
My granny say I changed and she don't know what these streets done to me
The lil' niggas Katt Williams funny, dog, pure comedy
I don't give a fuck you smokin' 'za or not, don't try to hand your blunt to me
I done caught a vibe with a stripper, she a Georgia peach
Trap house, we got clippers in this bitch, but ain't no barber seats
I ain't hard to find, I'm where the killers and all the robbers be
Took it real personal, I weighed the brick up, plug shorted me
Bitch, I got a bad temper, so be careful what you chargin' me
Leave the murder scene in a Redeye Charger, we ain't dodgin' beef at all
I went Supreme
I went motherfuckin' Balenciaga
And Moncler on them folks
Five of 'em, I couldn't make my mind up, 30 (Finesse, you stupid for this ho)
30, I couldn't make my mind up today, I ain't know what I want
[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
I went pissed dirty for my PO, I couldn't stop smokin' weed
I don't believe in drivin', so I ride in fast machines
Body like a car, I need that oil, I run off gasoline
Guarantee the nigga who play with me'll be a casualty
I'm ready for every fuckin' problem that this money bring
Ask the streets about these niggas, they ain't done a fuckin' thing
Chopper hit his body, leave a hole the size of onion ring
I can't show these hoes no favors, just might hit 'em once a piece
When I hit her from the back, I grab her hair so she can't run from me
Niggas cap, I keep my gun with me, ain't no nigga took nothin' from me
Still the same nigga all by myself or I'm a hundred deep
My granny say I changed and she don't know what these streets done to me
The lil' niggas Katt Williams funny, dog, pure comedy
I don't give a fuck you smokin' 'za or not, don't try to hand your blunt to me
I done caught a vibe with a stripper, she a Georgia peach
Trap house, we got clippers in this bitch, but ain't no barber seats
I ain't hard to find, I'm where the killers and all the robbers be
Took it real personal, I weighed the brick up, plug shorted me
Bitch, I got a bad temper, so be careful what you chargin' me
Leave the murder scene in a Redeye Charger, we ain't dodgin' beef at all
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