[Verse 1: Iyeball] Crazy ass nigga with a broke leg, captain of the ship One sixty, got a R on the whip Chrome [?] balls for the flip Watch a nigga walk away with a limp, god damn All the motherfucking time I done spent Now the money coming like ya rent You can smell my dashboard, stash full of zips Never consume shit I sell, now I'm rich That's a lil bit of game for the re-up Cash spending broke niggas Nigga that's old shit Nigga get ya own shit Nigga get ya own bitch Damn you a bitch nigga Guess you feel at home bitch Shit I don't condone shit My nigga stay chromed out With they own house What you want nigga What that loan 'bout Ho get fronted two by tens for the season Fuck a 'tis to the season Full clip, I need a reason bitch
[Hook] x2 Don't give me a reason Don't give me a reason These hoes wanna scout, sitting down on the couch Watch these niggas run they mouth, pull up, pull out
[Verse 2: Jerreau] Rest in OriginalFake, rest in [?] Ya car ain't got no pull about you, save face I pop a bottle, eat all in a niggas face Asshole, I'm sending ex's save the day They be so ready but they mind ain't They don't know who or what the hell they want Be mindful who you introduce her to She's not fucking with you Now got to ask us that you don't Fuck that I know how Brady felt in the sixth round Game 7, I'm in Miami right now Biscayne with Rodney James coming down I packed for four days, it been like a month now An open book you can't read I'm writing my story as I go My denim cost a Macbook She my type I gotta stroke