Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This s*** way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

Some-some-some, someone said

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)

This s*** way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit

Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these h o e s I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Hit my esés, I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"

In the 305, b treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

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