Intraa Video (MV)

This sound like I could ash the whole pack into ya dinner
I used to ride with jail sentence, what to rock Italian linens
All y'all lil weirdos y'all be dressin' on that raggedy shit
Off my earlobe, no pressin', I'm still baggin' that chick
I'm f*ckin' round til' motherf*ckers start the spazzin' and shit
I'm duckin' town soon as that chicken clucker packed with ya bitch
Off them 22 offs, them 22 Twos
Them siren taking off, you here that
DooDooDrrroooDooDoo
She said her shorty just might come right through
Soon as they seen them cop lights they threw that shit in they shoe
These motherf*ckers know who
I been around know I ain't make the style, refine rewind that fresh tee, no hand me down
Refine rewind that fresh tee, no hand me down
Refine rewind that fresh tee, no hand me down

Ya shorty love to fan me down
I need that cloth to wipe
And I done learned that shit you never thought in your entire life
There's 9 or 7 f*ckas wanna press me, don't push me, a 5'7 lil mans
But I ain't known to be pussy
My loud voice don't define my power
High out choice, I don't buy no sour
I grip the stem and yank it from the mud
I flip my hem it's stankin' from the blunt
Member when we stashed the truck, speed racing crashed up, in a Acura
That guard passed they passed us up, came to catch the sack or sum
He break fast that boy done seen the Jakes you know he gladly run
You listen shit to vision it and you ain't neva live it
I'm rappin livin, I hit the smoke seen the pepper spittin
I got ya shorty still bugging me bout this last picture
And I drinkin' 40's still buggin' out from the wax fixtures
Them new dryers I ain't packin' no sheets
You know you flying if you coming for me, ya lil f*cka huh