Bro
What up?
Where are you?
Fuck you at?
You sound 'bout it as fuck
I'm about to go home, I'm tryna, I'm tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just gonna go home, I guess

I just want the blue cheese and a thousand dollars
Bitch, you want me to punch you bitch, you wildin', wildin'
Man, I want a clover [?], bitch, it's crowded, crowded
Unless you Master P-in', bitch, you 'bout it, 'bout it
Shawty ass a squirter, that's a talent, talent
King size beds was a pilin', pilin'
Even in kindergarten, I wasn't tattle tellin'
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga love watermelon
I got green and I put it on your melon
Badass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money, don't matter what you sellin'
Tell 'em you a pimp, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time for my informant tellin'
Baby bro like get to me, nigga, I'm gon' sell it
Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it
And I'm smokin' on that musty, call me [?]
I been left my chain in wrist, talk to a bunch bitches
You can get your gyro, nigga, no [?]
At your head, no Medusa-dusa
You know I be with gorillas, nigga, ooga-ooga
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a [?] knocker
Pulled up shittin' on a nigga, dooka-dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol tota
Just in case the opps see me, be like there go Sosa
Got a war, the cops on me like, "Let's go, Sosa"
"What the fuck you was just doin' up in Mexico, Sosa?"
Shorty said, "When the last time you been to Chicago, Sosa?"
She like, "When the fuck you gon' stop smokin' that petrol, Sosa?"
She like, "You smokin' gas, but first it was that red stuff, Sosa"
She like, "You ridin' foreigns, but first it was the Metro, Sosa"

Ayy