Lulu, uh

Yeah, nigga, let me get a light, smokin′ this mimosa

Why the popo so vexed for?

They raid the wrong house

We had the dope and money next door (Hahahaha)

Uh, the water on my neck pure

And I ain't even get the backend yet from my next tour (Hah)

Huh, that′s what they so upset for

They broke, so they gon' stress more

I keep my gun on me, you left yours (They stressin')

My money in line, that′s why I′m good with the connect for

Dog food in the trunk like I just left the pet store (Talk to 'em)

Free the brodie, they got my dude up in the mountains (Hah)

When we was 15

We used to shoot up niggas′ houses (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Started with an eight ball and then I moved a couple ounces

I fucked niggas' baby mamas, even seduced a couple spouses (Hah)

I just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain′t even out yet

Pussy good, get a new outfit, Christian Loubs if her mouth wet (Woo)

Uh, niggas ain't richer than me, I doubt that

Set the streets on fire and niggas ain′t put me out yet (Brr)

Machine bitch

I told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload

(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, boom, boom, boom)

Ain't it funny how we open laundromats to wash

The money from the load? (Laundromat rap, nigga)

My Spanish homie on the west

He think he Tony, when he sniff, he lose control (Perico, ah)

And he don't care who out there when he slide

He gon′ pull up and start emptyin′ the pole

(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr)

And everybody goes, nigga

Yeah, I say the word, niggas gon' run down

With F&N drum rounds

You gettin′ gunned down (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it

So how to shoot this SK

I gotta teach my son now (Teach him how to do it)

How you gangster? You ain't never do shit (Hah)

You ain′t never shoot shit, never been to jail

I could tell you a bitch (I could tell you a bitch, pussy)

We was peddlin' sniff, told my brodie, "Let′s fuck with this rap shit"

He said he'd rather sell a few bricks (Cap)

He said, "That's like me tellin′ you quit" (Hah)

When you the best at what you do

Ain′t nobody on your level who spit (I feel you)

Came from the bottom, from shovelin' shit

Now it′s 30 pointers in the bezel

Of my Oyster Perpetual wrist (Talk to 'em)

Huh, your bitch could tell you I′m rich

She came to my telly, the Ritz

And I gave her impeccable dick (Hahahaha)

I keep this MAC-11, I grip (Brr)

I let off a clip when I throw my gun in the air

Word to Fredro and Stick, bitch (Hah)

I told my shooter when you shoot it

You unload (Let that shit go, nigga, let that shit rip)

Ain't it funny how we open laundromats to wash the

Money from the load? (Wash and fold, nigga, hahahaha)

My Spanish homie on the west

He think he Tony, when he sniff, he lose control (Yeah, papi)

And he don′t care who out there when he slide

He gon' pull up and start emptyin' the pole (Brr, brr)

And everybody goes nigga

Yeah, nigga, hahaha, everybody goes, nigga

You, and you, and him too, nigga

Haha, yeah

Green light on all you niggas

Niggas know what the fuck is up, nigga

Yeah