Look, really I am sorry This ain’t little lit when I get up in the party You around the block but they really cannot guard me I Just make it pop, took ten milli I am sorry, Really I am sorry Really I am sorry Don’t be wish-washy Give it to me straight I don’t be flip-floppy I been tryna cut ties, cut the cribs off me Guys from the dark side tryna kill off me
I’m betrayed as I really had no dollars for the lunchline Now I drive a billi through the California sunshine Silly you can’t see that I’m the one, I Really get busy let me teach you how it’s done, I’m Really from the city where they kill you when it’s crunchtime So you gotta feel me when I’m drillin’ with the drumline I can’t be a victim to a villain tryna run, mine Pray the lord forgive me
Look, really I am sorry This ain’t little lit when I get up in the party You around the block but they really cannot guard me I Just make it pop, took ten milli I am sorry, Really I am sorry Really I am sorry Don’t be wish-washy Give it to me straight I don’t be flip-floppy I been tryna cut ties, cut the cribs off me Guys from the dark side tryna kill off me
Heard alot of boom, people tryna live off me Ya I got, I be on the diamonds shining off me Ya know my lil shooter put em in the coffin Ya I hit it on the perc, now I’m paying shawties Ransom, I’m feelin I’m wildin’ I’m carrying Glocks, the packets watchin’ I got the whole spend some closets on a foreign thing Why you not sayin that we ridin, now we pack We tryna rob a house, you niggas cautious Niggas be mad when they are enjoying me (Stay cautious) How did [?] they feel me? [?], tryna clear the image They mediocre, they lame and they timid Switchin lanes in a cap, blow they image I’m goin’ wild out We got big trombones like a crowd out Big bag blowing for the house out She know I’m from the bottom so she get me talking
Look, really I am sorry This ain’t little lit when I get up in the party You around the block but they really cannot guard me I Just make it pop, took ten milli I am sorry, Really I am sorry Really I am sorry Don’t be wish-washy Give it to me straight I don’t be flip-floppy I been tryna cut ties, cut the cribs off me Guys from the dark side tryna kill off me