[Intro]
They just called a nigga out of retirement
I'm a product of my environment
All I heard was gunshots and sirens
All I heard was gunshots and sirens
Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu
[Verse 1]
Fresh up off a tour, I'm in grind mode
Walk in new Chanels, where you find those?
And I can count a million with my eyes closed
And quit postin that bitch nigga to my hoes
Niggas own they jewelry and they lease it
Niggas getting too high, they out here tweaking
And I still get head from a chubby chick
And every now and then I hit an ugly bitch
[Chorus]
Ooouuu, Ooouuu
I just keep this shit real, uh
And I still get head from a chubby chick
And every now and then I hit an ugly bitch
[Verse 2]
Spent 250 out in Paris
That's your bitch? I hope you don't get married
Don't ask me but I know why
We just flew your bitch out to Dubai
Not just me but the squad though
On the real, your bitch be going hard though, Ooouuu
Young millionaires, that's the squad goes
And we ain't into rumors or who start those, Ooouuu
And yo Youngsta, where them choppers at?
Since everybody beefing on the internet
We gon' go shoot up the Apple store
So we don't gotta see the beef no more, Ooouuu
We just got a seven, that's a chopper
I got a number of killers on the roster
I got a number of dealers in the family
And I'ma catch a body 'fore a Grammy
They just called a nigga out of retirement
I'm a product of my environment
All I heard was gunshots and sirens
All I heard was gunshots and sirens
Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu
[Verse 1]
Fresh up off a tour, I'm in grind mode
Walk in new Chanels, where you find those?
And I can count a million with my eyes closed
And quit postin that bitch nigga to my hoes
Niggas own they jewelry and they lease it
Niggas getting too high, they out here tweaking
And I still get head from a chubby chick
And every now and then I hit an ugly bitch
[Chorus]
Ooouuu, Ooouuu
I just keep this shit real, uh
And I still get head from a chubby chick
And every now and then I hit an ugly bitch
[Verse 2]
Spent 250 out in Paris
That's your bitch? I hope you don't get married
Don't ask me but I know why
We just flew your bitch out to Dubai
Not just me but the squad though
On the real, your bitch be going hard though, Ooouuu
Young millionaires, that's the squad goes
And we ain't into rumors or who start those, Ooouuu
And yo Youngsta, where them choppers at?
Since everybody beefing on the internet
We gon' go shoot up the Apple store
So we don't gotta see the beef no more, Ooouuu
We just got a seven, that's a chopper
I got a number of killers on the roster
I got a number of dealers in the family
And I'ma catch a body 'fore a Grammy
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