Tom: Am
Am
Shh, shh, sheesh
Am
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass brothers, weird ass brothers, man
Like, what are all these brothers talkin' 'bout?
Am
Ice cream ass brothers
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)
[Verse]
Am
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
Am
If it's war, we ain't playin' games, girl, we get it started
Am
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, brother, I'm a gunner
Am
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama
Am
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
Am
I fell in love with all this stupid money, you in love with drama
Am
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Am
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Am
All these tattoos on my rocking body, she say I'm a hottie
Am
Why your girlfriend always wanna screw me, wanna touch my body?
Am
We got all type of stupid guns, might even have a Tommy
Am
I remember them days in the jail, still free my brother Rodney
Am
And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
Am
A brother keep it silent, in L.A., I keep a clip, though
Am
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole
Am
And I can't have no brotha with me if they gon' snitch on us
