Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy
Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy
And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch
Yeah boy
Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy
Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy
And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor
Yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
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Rich nigga swag, paint shit pretty
We own accidentally 2012 black Bentleys
Call me 2-50, the money too filthy
The black van behind me? That mean the move's with me
So partner, don't tempt me
To leave your dome empty
'Cause I could redelit
Y'all niggas breathe envy
Well, I can understand
That's the shit haters do
My daddy knew your daddy
Said he was a hater, too
I'm sippin' 80 proof
Pimpin', I'm hater proof
Hater, for a nigga
Hear you say I ain't the truth
Doin' what I came to do
Get the check to hang with you
Fuckin' with the check
It ain't no thing to pull them things on you
Ice cold diamonds everywhere
Niggas try me very where
Bitches love me like the month
Of February everywhere
Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy
Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy
And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch
Yeah boy
Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy
Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy
And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor
Yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
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Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy
We 'bout to make a movie, let's call it ATL
No sir, not 5-0 skat'n'ry, just ace up old Chevelle
I'm talking D-Boy, I'm talking dope sale
Fuckin' hatin' broads and the light wholesale
Hell, I'm sick of these niggas back in Hollywood
Take your ass to sit, boy, this ain't Hollywood
And that's no distant hill, y'all niggas jumpin' ship
You the type to call 12-1-800-TILL
I know how niggas think
Hear 'bout this in the morning
Media take out
Y'all bitches so annoying
Boss up, boss shit, I should own bosses
My dealer's just a friend, bet you from my own pocket
That ass gotsta, Joc the high typee
Lord knows how much you hear my name, none of it might ever drop it
What up, puff? I appreciate the game
(Yeah boy)
What up, blob? I appreciate the change
(Yeah boy)
Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy
Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy
And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch
Yeah boy
Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy
Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy
And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor
Yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy
I guess I'm back now
I got my papers straight
They're white on white
Ghosts squattin' on your paper plates
And we don't say ho's ain't no gates on me
Hundred thou', bling blough, and some yeahs on me
Meet your pitchin', and if you slippin' put the base on me
I'm the nigga in my city, put the A on me
God dammit, I get horny when I see myself
(What?)
Don't I look good?
Call me black Hugh L.
Smash the gas, make the whip two-step
New jazz city, in the kitchen I need two shelves
Scratchin', ballin' double time, bitch, I need two realms
Pass me that one hitter, quitter, uh, I need two quills
Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy
Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy
And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch
Yeah boy
Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy
Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy
And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor
Yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy
Yeah boy
