Feel me knocking, let me in You don't like me, press me then
Brody quit to grab that bitch and rock a show like Presley did
In that 98, catching wind, I was catching winds I was hungry, needed all the pay, I was catching
Tens
I can't let a bitch spin back again, I tell her no
She mad I'm on the road I can't just sit up in your face, just did
Another show And doubled up on Benjamins
Cause this shit come and go from spending guap just like your friends and them
Bitches get the load of separate cribs and ain't no kissing them
Or spending too much time, I'm back outside with junkies fixing them
And Royce moving militant as f*ck, don't mention him
So wrote a lot cause bitches watched and we was known for dishing him
Nigga, you can't check my status in this bitch I turn to Casper, touch her back and get to
Stabbing in this bitch
She already know that it ain't shit that she can ask for in this bitch
I bought the bitch some weed and licking, two day afters in this bitch
You