I put the pedal to the medal when I, mash out.
And push your face in the pillow when I, lash out.
If you cash out, baby what do you get?
You got the same ol' dick 'cause you done got whipped,
You keep your chips in the game, think you last long,
And spend every extra minute with your glass bong,
You gettin' tact with your wig pulled back,
I'm good in the sack like aphrodisiac.
You see baby, that's what they say,
And high prices, is what they pay,
For a little dime bag, or ziploc,
And get with friend's girlfriends,
They keep their lip locked.
She wore high socks and short ass skirts,
And gettin' good head, was one of the perks,
It works, and even though you was all gravy,
Had to cut you off 'cause ya ain't my lady.
Get ya ass up, I don't care what you feelin'
Gotta go, this rap game is like drug dealin'
Long nights and short stints of sleep
Gotta keep my cuddies close, and try to gat at me
They laughin' at me 'cause I like young women,
They cappin' on me, but wish I would roll wid 'em.
E, I live dangerously ,
Just another playboy who's suddenly seen,
You know what I mean,
Every day is a rat race,
Get a breezy, get her sprung off the cock taste,
See these hoes never amaze me,
Talkin' shit cuz they crazy.
Who, is you tryin' to be?
Ooh, I know it ain't Smoov-E.
Who, is gon' get you tact?
Better move, here comes the big bomb sack.