Stylin

(专辑： It's Tha World - 2012)

[Intro:]
Niggas wanna do it
Nigga, fuck it, let's do it
See, this is what I do
So there ain't nothing to it
If the conversation trap
Speak that fluent
In the club blowing money
Like I motherfucking grew it

[Hook:]
You see me styling on your bitch ass
You see me styling on your bitch ass
You see me styling on your bitch ass
You see me styling on your bitch ass

[Verse 1:]
Gon' step in this bitch
And I got plenty to blow
Tuck your chain and tuck your bottles
If you smart you'll tuck your ho
These niggas know they ain't fucking with your Mr. Snow
I swear I get a buzz every time you talk blow
I'm killing myself
I am killing this shit
Don't make me go there
Spend a mil in this bitch
See I hop in that Ferrari like I'm still in this bitch
The sun came up
And we still in this bitch

What?!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Time's up, take off the top
There it is, a half a block
And the grind is never-ending
Man, I swear it never stops
But you got a hundred thousand niggas shooting at your spot
"You the best that ever did it, ever done it" thanks a lot
If the subject drug-related then you know I'm going in
If they 25 a piece then you know I'm buying ten
If they find them chickens at your house
Your ass is going to jail
If you can't weigh it with your eyes
You actually need a scale

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Damn right it's all true
Paid dues and made moves
I stay away from niggas
Heard them niggas bad news
Say the street committee say them niggas telling on the streets
Got the nerve to hate on you
You know when that shit is weak
Top down, pistol out, you know I'm on the creep
Looking for a styling redbone
I hope that she a freak
If that pussy good as I think it is I'm a tweak
Got on with the head doctor
And the bill won't let me sleep

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I'm killing myself
I am killing this shit
The grind is never-evening
Man, I swear it don't stop

I'm killing myself
I am killing this shit
Don't make me go there
Spend a mil in this bitch

Niggas wanna do it
Nigga, fuck it, let's do it
See, this is what I do
So there ain't nothing to it
If the conversation trap
Speak that fluent
In the club blowing money
Like I motherfucking grew it