liars baby, I ignite the fire I am like a Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me I'm a bad
wouldn't really care if u just throw it in the air Celebratin wealth pourin moet in her hair Excuse me her weeve the blue is her weed Trunk full of white
but, been round the block cause niggas jock her The wannabe model she dating mobsters Been involved with street kids to kingpins Got a thing for the bad boys
my young boys to speak to me in code, cause its hard to tell, which niggaz leakin to the po's ( Yea Yea!) these boys in the hood, wanna creep me and
the light. But who really cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white
young boys to speak to me in code, cause its hard to tell, which niggaz leakin to the po's ( Yea Yea!) these boys in the hood, wanna creep me and I knows
light. But who really cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white
he had one love, trust for liberty this world would be a better place, get what it takes in a race to racism replace the snake in em Bad ones, want to