Never talk to the cops, I don’t speak pig latin
I turn the pen into a motherfucking janet jackson
Tell the bitches the be hating I ain’t got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain’t got no insurance
Hoe, what’s yo name? what’s yo sign?
Zodiac killer, all rats gotta die even master splinter
Yeah murder 187, I be killing them bitches
I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got xanax, percocate, promethizine with codine
Call me mr sandman, I’m selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass tv screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the bb king
You know I got that mouth out her and put that bitch out
Like a house fire, I’m killing these hoes like michael myers
I eat that cat just like a lion, and I can’t trust none of these niggas
Can’t trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl one on one, I got that hoe tivo
Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy
Nigga try me that’s a deadass pussy
Cause y’all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s looking
That pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep dick shovel in dirt
Rip, rest in pussy, light that shit then pass that shit
We gone so smoked out
And then I went got locked up, every night I dreamed I broke out
Oen time for them pussy niggas that’s that shit I don’t like
We eating over here nigga fuck around and have a food fight
And that’s 2 chainz
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Ak on my night stand, right next to the bible
But I swear with these 50 shots I’ll shoot our with 5 o
Pockets getting too fat, no weight watch, no light pole
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope
And I make that pussy dap out I knowck that pussy out cold
Nigga you get beat the clap out
But that’s just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hoes pipe
So I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on all night like porch lights
Let’s do it, fuck talking we out here we ballin
And I’m spraying that on these rusty niggas like wd40
We fucked up we trunked up, no if ands or but fucks
Bitch niggas go behind ya back like nun-chucks
And that’s fucked up by my hoes down, my cups up
My niggas down for whatever, these bitches think they too fly
Well tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I’m tunechi, young tunechi, I wear trukfit, fuck gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smoochies
And that’s 2 chainz
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck.