Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket
He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip
Got a little too much confidence and seem shook
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good
1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,
You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that
We never tattle, let god handle that
Got the game on lock in my pocket
That's how i got the weed spot
Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
I though i was red hot
Bring the keys, oh my god
In the limelight being red hot
He say, she say, oh my god
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