Ayy, ayy
Ayy, all these pancake ass niggas
Weird ass niggas man, what all these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Ice cream ass niggas
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, all these pancake ass niggas
Weird ass niggas man, what all these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Ice cream ass niggas
Ayy
[Verse]
I keep a rocket in my pocket
Socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games
Bitch, we get it started (Ra-pa-pa-pa)
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hunnid (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo mama (Ayy, ayy)
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa (Ayy, ayy)
Hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep it all on me
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda (Ayy)
All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say "I'm a hottie"
Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me? Wanna touch my body?
We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan
And free Chris though, remember we was bouncin' out with .44's
A nigga keep it silent, In L.A. I keep a clip though
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a pig pole (ayy)
And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, all these pancake ass niggas
Weird ass niggas man, what all these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Ice cream ass niggas
Ayy
[Verse]
I keep a rocket in my pocket
Socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games
Bitch, we get it started (Ra-pa-pa-pa)
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hunnid (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo mama (Ayy, ayy)
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa (Ayy, ayy)
Hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep it all on me
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda (Ayy)
All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say "I'm a hottie"
Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me? Wanna touch my body?
We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan
And free Chris though, remember we was bouncin' out with .44's
A nigga keep it silent, In L.A. I keep a clip though
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a pig pole (ayy)
And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us
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