I miss you like I miss the dead homies
'Cause when I brought you out to Texas, that was real money
Put the telly in your name, she'll never act funny
She always kept a thang on her, if it got funky
And now the bitch gone, she don't wanna be a ho
Square nigga wifed her up, you know how that shit go
Gotta play [?] pimpin [?] fuck her [?]
Cali plays got them choosing, when I'm in and out of state
Stay away from [?] lame niggas who be fake
Couple hoes, 20 toes, like you know I never play
Too caught up in my ways, so you know I never quit
Posted on 5th, with the gangstas and the pimps
P. Worthy, Conway, nigga, you know what it is
Domo in this bitch, Alc, we getting rich
Thinking 'bout them days when I ain't even had a cent
Rest in peace the real ones, [?]
Nigga know I do it, gotta do it for [?]
Eh yo, I put that on the squad, when I'm behind this wall
You keep that money on the phone, excepted every call
18 months in the county, baby, that shit ain't long
Don't give them fuck niggas none of my pussy while I'm gone
I miss the way that pussy feel, I miss the taste of it
Ass fat like them bitches that's in the straight stunting
I ain't trippin, all I got is another 8 months
Then I'm walking up out of this bitch, and then we straight fucking
Beat it on the stairs, like I'm tryna break something
Legs pinned up in the air, you can't escape from it
I ain't fucking with them bitches this time, I ain't fronting
I know I said that shit before, but that ain't nothing
You believe me, right?
Right?
Said you believe me, right?
How you don't believe in me?
Bitch, you believe in Jesus, right?
You heard what I said
