You know my apparel: double barrel with a hollow point, like young homey in the back seat he swallow joints
When the police get after, we dippin on three wheels cup filled to the rim feather in my brim
Headed to a party in the LBC, No Limit Soldiers with the DPG
When me and my homeboy step into the house, all the bitch-ass niggas start breakin' out
'cause you know, they know what's up, so we start lookin' for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep lyin', I got a boyfriend, bitch stop lyin'
Punk-ass hooker ain't nuthin' but a dyke, suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like
Cripped out, ripped out, flipped out, they dipped out
Soon as they found out, what we all a-biz-out