Sure Thing (Freestyle) lyrics

Kush and a swisha
Money over b*tches
Never kill a woman
Unless she is a witness
All about my business
Survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed in her titties
b*tch I got the cash in a rubberband
I got the Glock already c*cked, boom!
f*cking with a n*gga meet my muthaf*cking goons
Sorry for the wait Carter IV coming soon
Light it up 'cause I'ma smoke-er
She tried to deep throat, I f*cked around and choked her
It's Young Money mutherf*cker game over
Shots leave ya body looking like she is doing yoga
And Lord knows I am a sinner pain pills for dinner
b*tch I am getting money like I got a money printer
I got a chopper and a trimmer shootin' like Jimmer
You coming in that water boy, you better be a swimmer
I ain't worrying bout ya'll, sittin' in my hole
While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me joy
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yell 'f*ck you b*tch' and kept going
I am on and that's right baby
I am ain't going out this b*tch without a fight baby
One request please don't bite baby
I got some bomb ass pus*y from a white lady
I ain't lying, I'mma shine like a nickel or a dime-and
I smoke a lot of weed to keep them b*tches off of my mind
Girl stop talking that sh*t goin' suck a n*gga di*k
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
b*tch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil n*gga got yay by the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your f*cking face
Tez pushed the album back, sorry for the wait