Ever since the 9-0 been ready to go
It's the Mr. C-lo I'm a freestyle pro
Comin' from that Atx I can show the ropes
But blame it on that H-Town got me movin' so slow
You won't ever catch me slipping this ain't no soap on a rope
Laid back up in the Benz watch me float like a boat
Got the top peeled back out the roof blowin smoke
For any hata blabbin bout me you can choke on a roach
Got a girl from overseas who just got back from the coast
She puttin work in for degrees and she tell me she close
Dudes blowing up her phone but tonight she a ghost
I know she got some options but she say she like me the most, yuh
Ice up in my liquor keep my drank real frozen
It's cold just like my soul or my blood when I goes in
I swear the zone you get in is the best when you chosen
DBL-A up on the beat play them keys like Beethoven, yuh
You know I'm always gonna shine, ya
It's cuz I'm always on my grind, ya
This flow is so one of a kind, ya,
That's why we kill it everytime, ya
Pour me up some Tito's with some lime, ya
Gimme all the grape rellos you can find, ya
Bout to get cross faded intertwined, ya
Got me walkin round the cribbo like I'm blind, ya, uh
Shawty say she feelin the wave
I like way she move that body it's got me in a daze
I ain't never goin back to makin minimum wage
I take my dreams see my vision then I whip it to shape
I'm a fat kid with that paper screaming gimme my cake!
Takin too long already I ain't fixin to wait
Me and lames we ain't never havin similar traits
Boy we lit up in here baby got me feelin this drank, woo!