You better want me I’m creepin in da cut Blacks ops moble we be taking butt Hand ya 50 you say what’s is this I tell yeah this the money I owe yuh you say hell yea 50 bucks I just wish I could stick those lashes on yea make yo personal Spoe he good how he fucks I know you bought you little brother a bong cuz I’m street Smart I see everything lookin blue like I’m Bart not a blue eye trait but lookin better than these white bois See look what this one drivin ,owe this one bookin the bike Blue whips only belong to real crypts Wish my status was more light stay in what they want me to turn into an ice cream truck servin raw Spoe life matters