Yeah, say attention in a jail Trays up, everybody understand We get tired of this shit We may burn you bitch And the change into the street Dope boys hell yeah we could be Damn nigga And we do it for your home Real life, a life get to go Now I'm back on from the coma Pink spray and a cali marijuana I'm a product of the streets Heard your news, been looking for me I'm here nigga And from my nigga's in Alabama West coast on top we be counting, nigga It said division to check my camera I fuck them hoes I do it random And the church to your robbers, wassup No, how you gonna rob a robber You know I keep it steady clear Shout off with bitch short year Rally gave you a kiss In the mouth here now I will miss And yeah bitch I'm Shawty Banging homeboy, Shawty Yeah, say attention in a jail Trays up, everybody understand We get tired of this shit We may burn you bitch And the change into the street Dope boys hell yeah we could be Damn nigga And we do it for your home Real life, a life get to go I'm from where 10$ get you 2 gallons The industry just a bunch of fruit salads I'm at the rich cartoon what I blunt sparking All this polo on, all alike cartridge All this spot I got, I need a fireman And the poor, rich call 'em violent Two church tonight I got them fire chain I got hit on like I'm in LeBron night I'm D-boy baby you should take a picture And if you look like money I'm a take it with you But Shawty when you die you can't take it with you I'm running through this paper baby like it's tissue Yeah, say attention in a jail Trays up, everybody understand We get tired of this shit We may burn you bitch And the change into the street Dope boys hell yeah we could be Damn nigga And we do it for your home Real life, a life get to go