NO DEAD HOMIES

We doing anything to get the fucking cake Pourin' lean in my pineapple Fanta High ass f*ck you couldn't reach me Shit turn into a habit, yeah I really can't stand it Ben Franks in my pocket, baby you couldn't stand this Shit turned into a habit I'm in outer space, you little niggas couldn't do this Ride around chasing nothing but blue strips Stop playing with me, you know I'm really with it all Next nigga speaking I'ma let them make off This shit twerk, leave your body swolen If you come against the homies, check the score, no dead homies Bitch, oh my, yeah I'm really that guy The one who flicker off your lights I had to roll the dice I got tired of being a little bit too nice, baby I see you looking at my eyes Eyes hella red, you know I'm feeling hella nice This bitch keep hitting my line Not again, my time's worth, got baby back in line Unless you trying to bring a dime I got it all, what you need hit my line I'll get it to you in no time