Inergee

Gentlemen, this is a five-hundred-a-plate dinner

Oh, five hundred, oh, okay

Alright, no problem

Put us down for four star

Bitch, they heard we taxing

Pull up tryna match that bullshit, nigga, we scrapping

40, that's my bae, I can't hold her like a weak bladder

Pop a nigga, then forget about it couple weeks after

Everything me and Rio get on, they say we snapping

Put some pressure on him, he gonna break, weak plastic

Hit the road, poured up an eight, then took a deep napper

Told bro I know how to punch, he threw a piece at me

Drink an eight and smoke a whole zip, now I got energy

Blew his head off from far away, J. F. Kennedy

They gave my uncle life for selling dope and he sixty-three

Barack came in office in '08 and gave him clemency

I'm still killing Tay; he stole my bike in elementary

Bumped into his ass last year like, "You remember me?"

Shot him in his leg with a K, they call him Limpy T

I used to be a fiend; I would've killed you for a zip of lean

Smoke a nigga, then smoke a zip, then move to Tennessee

I'm taxing for the power, Consumers Energy

In the USA making a play, my shoes from Italy

Caught a case out the States, blew up an embassy

I got some little circle orange pills, I want one-ten a piece

Johnny caged a nigga at the store, I should've finished him

Bust a nigga watermelon open with a lemon squeeze

All I really smoke is Pink Runtz and Billy Kimber weed

Finna pull up on Freaky T, he got some different weed

Gelato 33 and Oreo Cake, I get it ten a G

Had my white boy crack your safe for a hit of clean

New AR came with more legs than a centipede

Bitch, I'm finna act dangerous

Hi-tech, Wockhardt, and Morton cool, but that Act' dangerous

Bro told me to leave the streets alone, but I'm back dangling

Bought my bitch some Louis, took them back, she got fat ankles

I just smoked a half, now I look like a Black Asian

Made her sell ass on Craigslist, I couldn't Backpage it

Hit her, now she walking with a hunch, I'm a back-breaker

Take the soft, drop it in the pot, I'm a crack maker

Pussy, you don't want static

Drunk the pint before I even bought it, I'm a dope addict

Bought a Scat' but it wasn't loud enough, I added Flowmasters

Boog grew a pound in thirty days, he a grow-master

Rob a nigga, pop his ass once, he gets a poke after

Tape his son up, then hit the E-way in Roadmaster

Poured a six in a small pop, it tastes so nasty

Let the hoes suck my dick at once, it makes them both happy

Uncle still buying 3X tees, man, he so corny

Counted up ten bands in all blues, me so horny

Dog ain't have no money for a feat', he threw me two 40s

Did a show for eleven hundred, but only threw forty

Ay, let's get this shit popping

Plugged in, I can get the R's for six dollars

'Cause my son like steak, he ain't ever ate no McDonald's

Left school and went straight to work like I skipped college

I ain't had no job, my first sale was my bitch mama

Rollie fake as hell, I can hear that bitch tick tocking

Niggas fucked up, do anything for a quick dollar

Niggas said I'm broke, that's like saying you seen a sick doctor

What is this? What is this? Where's all the money?

That's as good as money, sir

Those are I.O.U.'s

Go ahead and add it up, every cent's accounted for

Look, see this?

That's a car, two hundred and seventy-five thousand

Might wanna hang onto that one