Shame
(专辑: Flight School - 2009)
I
got a
couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O
in a
Ziploc They see the
pockets on swol' while the
light hit the
stones on the
wristwatch Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy baby they know my name All the
cash that we blow on some weed smoke – they say, bro it's a
shame Boy, you know it's a
shame Pockets bulky like Pop-eye And I'm pimp all the
hoes call me Papa Gucci, Chuck Tays, I
don't fuck with no Prada Fresh off the
plane and I'm smoking like High Times It's better to be a
star NY – I'm copping them weed jars LA – my hoes got medical weed cards And my swag through the
roof I
hit the
mall a
boutique and tear it down See what I
got on you want to wear it now Think I'ma trick on her, but she get nothing Married to my money so bitch think I'm taken She keep begging me to creep I
heard your song I
can do better in my sleep All my niggas rumble, some better with the
heat Better keep the
peace (might wanna do that) There's ink everywhere you see And I
only smoke good weed Only wear designer man If I
fuck with baby girl, gotta be a 9
or 10 (swag) I
got a
couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O
in a
Ziploc They see the
pockets on swol' while the
light hit the
stones on the
wristwatch Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy baby they know my name All the
cash that we blow on some weed smoke – they say, bro it's a
shame Boy, you know it's a
shame Last night I
made a
bitch forget all about her man The
reason for them guts in your garbage can I
roll expensive spliffs She fucking me for free, but for you she's one expensive bitch Keep blowing up my sidekick, know I'm at the
studio Another couple thousand, every time I
do a
show That meaning I'm really eating And everyday of my life is like the
weekend (swag) I
wake up to good weed and new clothes Go to sleep with more money and bad hoes One of my three phones buzzing through my sleep I
know you heard of my name I'm buzzing all through the
streets (Yeah) And I
be with bosses Get your shit together nigga or count your losses And in case you ain't get the
portrait I'm a
make it clear: motherfucker it's star year (swag) Yeah man, it shouldn't be no surprise for y'all niggas Swisher sweet flicking Chavo Chasing, Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle I
got a
couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O
in a
Ziploc They see the
pockets on swol' while the
light hit the
stones on the
wristwatch Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy baby they know my name All the
cash that we blow on some weed smoke – they say, bro it's a
shame Boy, you know it's a
shame