Verse 1
Uh, JJ In This b*tch, Everybody Should Be Worried
Me & Yo Girl, Had Plenty of Sex Stories
I Be Dressed In POLO, Lame n*ggas In Faded Glory
Tell ya Babe To Come Over, & Do Some Good head For Me
Yeah, Shot Out To Lil Wayne, Best Rapper In The Game
Twenty years From now, I'm A Rep Fresh Money Still the Same
Livin' On Real n*gga Avenue, Ya On Fake n*gga Lane
I'm a Fess Up To My f*ckin' Crimes, Not Gonna Lie & Say I Was Framed
Uh, Sittin' On The King's Throne, Can't Even get 2 Comfy
Smokin' On That Kush, Givin' Me The Munchies
Yeah, Shot Out To The Team
I be On That Lean
f*ck A b*tch, Til She Scream
I be On My green, while Bringin' In That Green
Uh, LMCMB b*tch, Like What You Know About Them n*ggas?
Keep On Talkin' sh*t, U Can get A Peek of The Trigga
Yeah, Wayne f*ck With Me!!!!
No homo!