Gangsta Grillz ya bastards

There's a couple married bitches in the building
F**ked them I get that mouth I get that pussy the end
I see you niggas got no life   Sixth Sense
She said she wanna f**k my brains out
But she gonna have to suck this dick first  Preach

She sat on my dick  she sat on my face
I told that bitch she got good seats
Man  these niggas softer than fleece 2-D niggas  and they obliques
You talked that shit  I knock you out  now go ahead and talk in your sleep
Bitch you know the motto It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches  they call my dick Pinnochio
Gettin' to the money  now the money getting to me
She say vert-dick is hung like a jury
I'm on the track DOA some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall: NBA  broke niggas: SMH
Hit em like Canseco but she be like "No way Jose "
I got all that white
What you call that  OK
Every night I go hard
She blow me like Boston George
She like it in her ass  mouth and pussy 3 car garage
These niggas is false alarms
They don't mean no f**kin harm
Hey baby let's make a porn
Ba-bum  Devil horns
You know that I ain't got no ceilings

The money changed me  I'm making chameleons

Only God can judge me  can't appeal it

In the name of the Father  Son  Holy Spirit amen

Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing
I've got a street sweeper   do you need your street cleaned
Young Money bitch  We colder than a ski team

Red beam  if you scared  muf**ka go to church

Preach  Security breach I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas  y'all on E
Nigga my cash out of your reach I run shit like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings church

Just a way of life

Bought my mama a crib
Bought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I'm a star
Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking
Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase
Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous
Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as f**k
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children

Boo ain't got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign we don't do 100 spokes
When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you f**k boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy

On my truck right I don't give a f**k boy