Testo Outside With It

I let her get on the top, she know that we got the wave
I know she fuckin′ for dough, fuck her but I never paid
I gave that bitch to the gang, I took that bitch to the jays
She know I'm savage for real, bitches be comin′ with backers for real
Yeah baby I'm on that
I'm the one pop shit
When it ain′t July, baby get the Kodak
Take a picture Big dog but it′s six sevens gonna take a pic
Crazy how I got a feature price
Just last year I was hitting licks
Four hoes get ratchet from me, same time do yo dance
Fatuated with the dog talk, she don't give a fuck she got a man
Give a fuck about the plan
Day-to-day living, gotta thank God for it
All I need is one mic, need a bitch too
Kinda like Nas to it
Change his identity, chopper, give him a makeover
Major surgery, body good but it′s face open
When it's the hell time, some shit you can′t avoid
My hood original, like some cherry corduroys
Feel like Don Kennedy
In gold Daytonas, laying in her bed for some hours, couldn't stay over Flame showin′ like a handkerchief
Beam on his forehead to rain some shit
He is not the same?
Kill Bill ain't the only one with a sniper game
I tell a bitch she ain't shit
Hoe you fuckin′ for pennies
I used to have that hoe on sentry
But that shit was too petty
I took a flight to DC
Larry told me it′s money
I'm killin′ shit like Wayne Perry
Knockin' hoes in the summer
I′m an 80's baby
Grew up in the 90′s
I'm brazy
My attitude is get money
Tell 'em, Fuck you, pay me
Pussy life, Soul City
Now I′m three-one-zero, baby
1980-80, rag top, all gold Davies
When I hear Figaro, man, them bitches be skating
I′m worldwide, baby, thought you knew I'm a player
Mix and match with my fabrics
Put my shoes in drawers with contrasts
Look, I′m going crazy drips with this fashion
And I don't make statements, bitch, I′m demanding
And if you can't take it, bitch, then start scrambling
Look, I ain′t eating a regular-ass sandwich
This nigga ain't laying his head on no pallet
This nigga ain't playing a role as your daddy
Look, I hit the road with the loads of the cavity
Look, I′m national, I′m even known in the Natty
Show after show, look, the whoop's getting branky
That 21 nigga well-known is a savage
Hey baby, she bad, I told her to make a cut for me
When I hit, she gon′ run like an athlete
I keep my Glock, you know this shit attached to me
Not a fraction, these niggas ain't half of me
Count up a hundred and I′ll do that shit happily
I paint a pic with a stick like a masterpiece
Do the dash when the boys no catchin' me
Bitch I′m evading, I know that they after me
Stab me up in my back and they laugh at me
But that karma 360 they gotta see
We been running up chicken, we cooking beef
Get the low from the hoe, now he in the street
I know these niggas faking, they envy me
Sent the bitch, now she think we got chemistry
Hit the road and I'm coming with ten apiece
Real nigga, they feeling my energy