Feat. $avage


(Intro)
All these computers 
Get around bitch 
It’s plenny more feelings for your ass til the ten 
You remember that feelin’
I’ll put your ass under that ride and hold ya 
 
(Verse)
A lot of niggas actin’ hard on these computers 
Ain’t that these gangsters got balls
Like Larry Hoover 
And everythin’ I touch get rip like Freddy Coager 
If I pursue you, click that booya, we sing alleluia 
Now we may do it, been may ruled this 
Same side as that ruler 
Seems like Lake Hoover with my shooter, 
Backin’ sound like Booda 
Gotta rack like Hooda but as soon these rappers act like Luda
You smoke like Cuca, eyes like cula 
I feel like the Jula 
You niggas bitches all in fool game 
You on top of it boy, you faker, let it to pay 
These niggas pussy, watch rest and pop my coocy 
She’s like a preview, the I saw her like a movie 
Throw your juggle, off that so roof with the uzzy 
______(?)
Leave your niggas bow like Tuckey 
I ball like Tukey but the struggle all that will do it 
All bout that accent will be actin’ , this is not what we hustle 
And with that lackey, bitch will hang on this like a gun 
2 stuff like argali, I’m not vergal, killers in my circles 
Montana always rock bandana it’s like a intertidal
When I fish on, no dinner teller, 
You get smoke purple 
Goin’ like purf  you poppin’ murf 
I’mma go to serve you 
I’m soundin’ niggas like I buff you, may suggest you fall
I hope on trace and get the job like the fuckin’ herrol 
I’m flyin’ shit, yes I am sick, I got the flow 
I got that bag, I got that swag, I got the jewels 
Your bitch feelin’ me like I’mma _____(?)
She wanna give a nigga neck just like in news 
I ain’t fool, gun chases, I go to 
This what I do, pull up shootin’ like I hope 
Like every nigga in your circle got that duce 
And even God knows I’mma kill her on the lice
Once I take your lace homie 
I’mma make you back homie 
Ah, ah don’t be scared homie 
2 shot hit your dace homie 
Damn all to your head homie 
Roll like he dance with me 
I just make it sure, and tonight will bang fine 
I watch the plug like they say it use to beat 
Try, try forget, I got that work out and forget 
I hope Lord forgives me for my sins, stupid bitch 
Me and Jesus look like twins 
Say gonna skam, I’m gonna eat that like a pen 
When i8 pull up you gonna take shots like a real nigga 
He think he pot a butter real 
So I did to us like burnin’ at the hill
I just baught a ball with all the pierce 
I just got one thousand for a verse 
All that cash will get that struggle for that pierce
I’ve been countin’ mula like a curb 
 I’m countin’ blessings, although I feel like I’m curse 
Man I don’t put no niggas in the dirty 
My chopper use to switch me like Labrone 
Give ready for fire in the church