[Verse 1] No Glock in the dashboard No need to grab yours Blade in my jeans; you can get it if you ask for it Rewind, fast forward, pause Let me ash, boy Every-time I see a bitch, she always wanna chat, boy
[Hook 1] Living the life of Riley, packing 50 Cali's Rocking Lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley [x4]
[Verse 2] Young white renegade Feelin' like it's seventh grade Backpack, razorblades Bitch, I'm in the trash-can Fresh squeezed lemonade Ash while I'm sipping I look like Nick Lachey so my girl like Jessica Simpson I ain't whippin' or pimpin' I'm at the house relaxin' Don't know that you girl's with me relapsin'
[Hook 2] I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you (nobody there!) I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you (So I'll be there for you) [x2]