Real hiphop

He want a what for the what? Ah shit, for surely (come on) Bitch knowin' not to hit my mup when it's early Had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently Tell your nigga go return them jeans back 'cause it hurt to see I been steppin' so long, developed plantar fasciitis She was playin' with that pussy way back then, now I can buy it Havin' motion, these niggas Tyrone turned to uh-uh, I don't like it You got your stick, I got my stick, let's see who shit really strikin' You ain't never pulled a K in broad day, my shit not for you Got a lil' bag and seen exactly what that guap'll do Shut the f*ck up and mind your business do a lot for you Real mob boss, feet up, watchin' the product move Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all the ass I'ma make like fifty off the and I'm fallin' back That's all I need, 'cause the rest comin' all from rap Thirty thousand Percocet in a skull head way across the map Stop what you doin', you know God don't spare the wicked The only thing I can do when I make it is go spend it On the 38th floor with some top notch bitches High rollin' high roller, young ass nigga When she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself I don't know what got into me lately, bitch, but I ain't callin' you back Hit the road for 90 days, just me and A GORE-TEX jacket With a flip-phone I got, I'm probably runnin' pros off that I'm on Collins Ave lookin' for a bad bitch Dawg, if a nigga approach me wrong, he gettin' his ass whipped 30 ball, can't be havin' niggas dawg playin' with me I been puttin' her up on all, all puttin' her up on fly shit My lil' heart runnin' outta love in this shit I just pick a part, throw the biggest nug in the spliff I was in the dark 'til I found a plug, got a glimpse I'm a indie artist, still be throwin' ones in the wind I was in the car, and you brought a what in the whip? I ain't finna spark, I'll see the cuz in a bih We was in the park, and I had the thugs in the VIP We be spinnin' far, you don't want me come where you live Too cold, water runnin' fast Could crashed if we wanted, do the math The hood pass that they covet come with time Three-point stance, toe on the line I ain't jump when they hollered out Your pulse bump up when I'm around, why is that? I'm rushin' to different cities on the map No bullshit, I'm speedin' in a Sonic bag Whole world sick, I'm not a hypochondriac Twirl and spin, dirty dance, never off axis Talkin' to the turf, it be talkin' back You got a bad referral, so you lost your access Really on call, on demand Face on the wall, I'm a wanted man Wait, hold that thought 'less you talkin' cash Based on the box score, we won again (bitch)