Hop on this beat like i hit the lotto.

Hop on this beat like i hit the lotto. Fuck her today, fuck her tomorrow. You live life on a barrow. Trinna make that bitch spend, blieceogo. I got ties run deep down in Rye Betta know that they know my name. C.P.3, thats games, BlackRebel, when i aim. I been true ta tha game. Dont forget tha rules thats in play. Came back dressed like a hobo. Now you wanna run around an show boat. But im back And how you gone act when that money go stack. Her ass mo fatter when i hit it from tha back. Just like that. Girl dont you do it like that. You fuck up tha world when you do it that. Now im back. Boy ill put a hole in yo head. They done fucked around Put some doe on yo head. Nigga fuck around ill sco on ya head. Im off tha meds. Some times i see dead people in my sleep. Im on beat, but a lil bit off that rocker. Damn all eyes on me. R.I.P-P, thats my big bro. Do this fa him, im on go. ĺCome snatch you bitch. Like im Cotton-Eyed Joe. Make her bend over maker touch her toe. Let that go, boy you dont want problem. Come like a lick and then solvem. Do it like this then put it in drive. I ride that wave, you can say im high. I pop out that bitch like Magiver. They pronounced him dead on arrivel. The cause of death, is suicide. Im solid as bitch when i ride. Them niggaz they big shit talking. Them guns pop way moe often. Them niggaz a have you laid in a coffin