202 GoldLink

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ahh, yeah
Whoa, damn, woo, yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Shooting niggas when I'm twenty-two
Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh
PalmPilot, color Crippy blue
Ain’t no telling what they do to you
I don't give 'em orders
I just tell ’em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"
I don't give a fuck about the rules
Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

[Verse]
Big mood, I wear big shoes, keep a bad bitch with some big boobs
I don't act up, I don't back up, if a nigga talkin' crazy, slapped up
Then wrapped up in the back trunk
Ain't it funny-funny that I talk this crazy?
Hang with Ricky like I’m in the ’80s, Freeway down the freeway
Bumpin' old Nipsey off the replay, fat blunt (Woah), ass lumps (Woah)
Oslo (Woah), wife goal (Woah), white girl (Yeah), small waist (Damn)
Black girl (Wow), tight face (Woah), Hollywood, Inglewood
Keep it hood, hood bitch look like Meagan Good
Keep the wood ready so we hoppin’ to it