He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms
Using a dope then I'm gone back
Yo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
El barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn
Let's get down to business, harlem
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?
That's what I'm sayin' nigga
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now
I know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?
All the achin' I felt
See this parrot on my shoulder?
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all fuck around with brother Numsay
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
Yo son
Off the bat, just backhand
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
Don't follow me, Stana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'
Now I rock karrots that I'm older
'Cause later on down the line
Bitches dissin', "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'"
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"
Y'all gonna see doomsday
If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
I ain't finished, that's just the start
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
Nah cam, you gotta understand
I'm a savage but colder
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
But see the thing is with me
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Off the bat?
You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio
I don't understand how a bitch could go out
Slap her?
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
What's good?
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Act up and be returned to the birds
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem
We did it again, y'all fuck wit us
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
Why's that, though?
Knaw I mean?
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
That's cause ya game is tight
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
That chick telling you
Cops come for dope, it's a damper
Fuck my life, I'm taking myself
