Artery

(Huh?) Bag a check, like I won the lottery Pass a TEC, bullets hit his artery Tired of these pussy boys and the wannabes Tired of these stupid hoes tryna talk to me Hit her once, then her friend Hit em twice, then again I got bands, don't need a record label Too much spread, might need a second table Saucin' up my Ricks, saucin' up my wrist Saucin' up my family, and saucin' up my bitch It's a way of life, always bring a stick Always watch your back, always watch your six Finna give Mikey a call We finna link, you know we finna ball And no I'm not Autumn! but I got two uzis and I'm gonna watch them all fall Do I cop the chain or rings? I don't know, I want em all Do I cop the Lamb or R8? I want em all (Woah, yeah, yeah) (Woah, yeah, yeah) I had to hop in Me and my gang, we locked in Livin' my life like a comic I just be runnin' this shit like I'm sonic I just spent like 700 on some Ricky shoes or something Had to leave them by themselves, right up on the fucking shelf I've been in my rockstar mode, I've been moving all alone When I tell you we can run it, you better show up alone I've been all up in my zone Run this shit all in my mode And my R8 got two seaters That's what I call winner's throne Bag a check, like I won the lottery Pass a TEC, bullets hit his artery Tired of these pussy boys and the wannabes Tired of these stupid hoes tryna talk to me