No Huddle

Yeahh yeahh Get on my shit, stay on my shit Real drippy, throw on some Rick Chicken and rice, steak and dat shrimp Extra sauce, I look like a pimp This shit getting big, Big like a blimp Big dawg, I can't be no simp Dunk on ya hoe, Hang on the rim Not a game, ain't playing no sims If you smell what the rock cookin You gone what this smell pot cookin Gahh damn im so good lookin... Big gas, all we blow is cookie Real playa I'm keeping it P 1K I'm keeping it G Extra sauce , this shit won't free Young nigga, I'm cool like a breeze Ice on, I think I'm gone freeze Shawty thick, she jumped in her jeans Down south cornbread and the greens Count it up , no money machine I mix up the sauce This car is electric It ain't no exhaust I try not to floss But I keep winning I can't take a loss They think that I'm choking But the gas just making me cough (laugh) Blowing up like a bubble Now im ballinn.. triple double Came from the bottom, through the rubble Callin plays, run no huddle And I been.. had the potion Got chemistry i know she notice My favorite line, Yeah I wrote it Eskimo the way im frozen Always been above the average, Standing O, i get to clappin They askin questions , like what happened Iono....max damage Swag on a hunnid thousand.. trillion Extra sauced up... aww man what a feelin I'm da bad guy, yeah i be the villain Money stack tall, all the way to the celing You like that, Call me Kirko wit my chains on Diamonds fight back You know I been havin dat sauce on me ....like a Big Mac Extra Large with the combo Big bag