pockets touching I remember having no money sniffing pearl had me and the homies nose runny hoes ain't fucking with you dirty when your clothes bummy you selling weight you better get yourself a crash dummy shootings in the neighborhood left the blocks bloody you was my dog we were like brothers now you act funny she ain't riding in this whip if she ain't cutting nigga swear he do the most be he ain't doing nothing cars bend the corner flakey have a nigga clutcing opposition pull up dumping have a nigga ducking drop a half around the homies now my dope is missing I might be loaded off that girl but I pay close attention niggas think their God or something cause they've been to prison how is that so when half of them in their for penny pitching treat cocaine like bad ass children give that batch a whipping hand,hand,no hand I'm in the projects flipping I want bricks,I want pounds want a lot of cash bitches butts big as pinky that's a lot of ass if I got it and I love you you ain't gotta ask Joe's get behind me and I'm dirty I'm gone do the dash partner came home and went back cause he was moving fast you use to have it in the nineties I don't do the past I'm trying to run it up right now there's nothing like the present I'm trying to pull up in a donk all in traffic flexing I be Wilding type of nigga texting while he driving on my way to meet up with this play out on the island