No competition in this shit, I'm a score, I can't lose
Poke, poke, poke, I'm in the room with all blues
Two-11, four-five-nine, I'ma face up on the news Jail call with stash fight, I'ma lead em to
The clues
Gold Cubans bussdowns She gon' swim with these sharks three AM, wipe down, I make mo money after dark
Squabble up, pack down, we gon' show em how to park
Shitin cash all my life, a light ten, that's a fart
Told the judge I'm sorry, we got used to doing crime
Ten bows in that trap, I'll make your bitch drop a dime
Supreme ski, bipped up, I done got a new shine
Sour taste from that skit, I was all up on the line
Fat chops on deck, I cock back, have sex I'm so foul in this shit, I tell a nigga call a ref
Ain't no joints on the floor, I'ma go and drop a check
And if this bitch don't hit me back, I'm probably going to the next
Two niggas skii'd up, my driver got his head down
If my gun jam, Jai going for a rebound
He was swimming with the snake, no sharks, them niggas been drownt
If my back turnt, gun cock, we gon' spin around
Bloody nose, bloody niggas, but who gon' shoot first
Binary five.7, it's gon' give her two birst
Strip team did that, we could've did em so worse
Took the voodoo lady stove, hundred thousand with a curse
