Wake up feelin blessed up Pissing when that dress up Ain’t afraid to show it, I’ll expose it if I dress up Riding in that tester, roast a nigga ketchup Sippin on that syrup til I’m messed up like yea sir So now I’m getting changed, people looking at me strange Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same We fuck bitches, get paper We fuck niggas on papers You walk around with lasers You probly own some tazers Lame niggas disgrace us They girlfriends wouldn’t date us Got different hoes, I’m pimpin hoes You could tell about my paster My niggas getting rice, smoking weed with dirty sprice Going wild for the night so I’m here all night, I’m gone