Bitch im me, american gangster
Weezy F. baby, born in a manger
trouble is my friend, i aint far into danger
clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
shoot you in your halo, shoot yoo like hel-lo
new orleans a-hole, frio fuego
all about my bread like bagels they know 
They know I’m raw like
ball like gay hoes
weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes
spit like nines, four fifths and 3 8 oh’s
n-ggas want problems well I am problematic
it’s back to picking cotton cuz you n-ggas cotton candy
I’m an eastside damu, deep water shamu
shoot you from ya head to your shoulders, shampoo
kush in the bamboo, p-ssy in the bedroom
pass that b-tch down like an airloom
tunechi
hold up, hold up wait a mintue....
hold uhp, hold up maaaaaaan.

[Chrous]
We hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight 
guns in the boxes 
dont make this a gunfight
fuck them otha niggas, i fuck them niggas bitches 
benedryl shit, triggah finger itchen 

                          Thanks to CaLiBaybee for correcting these lyrics