One Hundred & Thirty Three Times

I feel like the rain, the way I walk out the TV

Girl, I'm so more cracked than bootleg DVD's

Girl this is top shelf, this ain't no C.B.D

She look like you rock the bank, rock the block and then P.P.P

Cartier frames I say to my face the same color as P.C

I make a bitch stand outside out all day like the Statue of Liberty

I beat your ass, I sweep the bags

One hundred and thirty-three times, your ass will get stabbed

I walk in that bitch get crazy like missionary man

I walked in and take my shoes off

I got missionary plans

Bitch, your pussy trash like peaches out of a can

I wish I had three hands, I'll slap a bitch with three hands

We traffic so damn much we need three white vans

Baby, don't spill my drink, I feel like I'm pinky

Take them little ass chains off them ricky dinky

Take that fucking watch off, I'm about to go sell it

Take that fucking B.B belt off, I'm about to fucking wear it

Baby ain't kicked out shit on the floor like I ain't have pants

Don't threaten, it's a play with us

****, don't damn dare us

I put that shit on, so damn good

She like, "What you're wearing?"

I pull up with that white ton

Everybody like black can

That 30 get the flame

Eat a dick, fuck yourself, fuck your whole gang, ****

You stole an iPhone 4, we're not the same, au boy

His customer

Ain't playing game back