Whacky

Uh uh uh, let's go

Heavy D got the Chevy on bounce

I've always been the one to want the ball when it counts

I see that you smokin' but we puff it by the ounce

If you tryna figure out, that's a really large amount

Hit the corner store, I need a pack of the Backies

Big blunts got that ass goin' whacky

Sorry baby I just do what I do

If you hatin' on me, fuck you

Girl split that pussy open, fillet

I feel like Joey Burr in my Cartier shades

Hand full of chips, Frito Lay

I don't care if we fuck bitch, you still gotta pay

Yes I'm all about my money all the way down to the cents

Pops was a G, it's all startin' to make sense

The pressure I'm applyin' so immense

When you die they might find some diamonds inside your cold chest

She say boy you can do me in my medulla oblongata

And the rubber I forgot so yeah I guess you know I gotta

If it's even for debate than y'all can have it

Just got a bag so fuckin' fat, my skinny ass just had to drag it

Claim what you not, you followin' the wrong plan

Say you a god, I'll turn that shit to god damned

Yeah, i'm a freak

Got her so wet she sprung a leak

Let's go

Heavy D got the Chevy on bounce

I've always been the one to want the ball when it counts

I see that you smokin' but we puff it by the ounce

If you tryna figure out, that's a really large amount

Hit the corner store, I need a pack of the Backies

Big blunts got that ass goin' whacky

Sorry baby I just do what I do

If you hatin' on me, fuck you

Not many things I love more than cash

But a close runner up is that ass

Money don't sleep, Louis V eye bags

Tryna cop a whip so foreign I can't even read the dash

I, never even thought about killin'

But I done seen this world turn a god to a villain

Okay see (OKC), I'm like Russell in his prime

Pops got the shotty, it shoot two like he standin' at the line

No, I ain't got no Rollie but my pension be drippy

The kid in the field boy, I feel like Ken Griffey

I got homies still slappin' the Rock like Big Willie

And some hoes talkin' down on my name, they so silly

Not much drama, like my beef rare

Ain't the type to grab the 3 squared

Just the be clear, ain't the type you'll ever see scared

See here, you against me just doesn't seem fair for you does it?

Heavy D got the Chevy on bounce

I've always been the one to want the ball when it counts

I see that you smokin' but we puff it by the ounce

If you tryna figure out, that's a really large amount

Hit the corner store, I need a pack of the Backies

Big blunts got that ass goin' whacky

Sorry baby I just do what I do

If you hatin' on me, fuck you

Fuck you

If you hatin' on me fuck you

Hey

If you hatin' on me fuck you

Fuck you you you you you you you you you

Uh uh yeah

If you hatin' on me fuck you