Me OK
(专辑: Seen It All: The Autobiography - 2014)
[Hook:] First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a
half a
pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talking you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-ing up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the
head, hey, but me OK Never put a
bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a
fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I
will smoke ya like a
Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a
visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a
fetish for dough 34 a
unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a
hell of a
flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm taking a
trip [Hook] When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't dropping, nigga, what the
fuck is Def Jam? I
know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I
really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the
one on Belly With a
brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rolling, plus you know a
nigga toting Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't folding First the
XXL, read about me in the
Forbes That's a
long way from trapping in that 4-door Accord Wassup [Hook] Snow can eyeball a
seven, yeah you best believe without the
scale I
just want the
mansions and the
riches, yeah without the
jail You can call me postman, don't go nowhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm making bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashing out, paying for, you can't pronounce the
name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I
sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I
was a
Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I
owned the
Rollie store Snow it's been a
while, yeah you know them streets missed you I
don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafucking pistol [Hook]