Lobster Fettuccine

As a youngin I had dreams a nigga been manifesting shit A house up in the hills bitch this ain't no quick lick Stay down to come up on this side we so lit As long as outcome is income, we'll soon be rich Be outta town never at the house I would cop and go Made me some lobster fettuccini think she from the o Always use to ask if I'm a pimp like she didn't know Curiosity done killed the cat its rpgo satisfaction Brought her back real stomp down tho Had to slide up to center folds I was checking doe Out this little bitch name m**** a green-eyed hoe Bracked her in the dirt hell of a pretty but she a fag tho Neva catches me fucking with no snitches How you hanging with em I do all my dirt by my lonely Don't need codefendants keep a couple shooters By my side real gang members if I ever need them They gone slide to the neck nigga Why all these f*ck niggas hating on me I'm just getting paper I must of fucked on your main squeeze stop simping playa You know I keep that Glock seventeen with an elevator Don't want to do it but somebody got to bleed stop snitching nigga