Weighed It

(Ayy, d3scart, you cookin' up) Ayy, huh (Ayy, Venzo, stay the fuck out the kitchen) Mm, ayy, nigga (buss one) Huh, ayy (yeah) Get on these beats and then I lose it (stupid, nigga), don't ever get this shit confused (uh-uh) All this dog shit, look like I did the number two (two) Doggin' in this SRT like this bitch a PT Cruiser (yeah) I see the money in my sleep, not no fuckin' Freddy Krueger All these motherfuckin' turkey bags, look like we just left Krogers Take it back to the stove, I'm bustin' pendants off the overs (yeah) Go ask any nigga 'bout me, I got my city on my shoulders (go ask 'em) T.I., just go and cut the stove on, I'm finna bust a boulder (hmm) Yeah, I'm finna bust a brick, crack a pint and drop a six Bust a nigga ass in public, don't try that shit, I got my stick, nigga (it's with me) Pocket full of blues, I'm walkin' 'round like I'm a Crip (yeah) All my niggas in the field, it ain't nothin' to get you hit All my hoes just call the- uh, call me daddy like I'm Trick (nigga) Turn the pussy nigga to an angel like he Criss (mm) Frrt, frrt, huh, this bitch blowin' like a whistle (mm) Bae, right now, I'm in the kitchen, when I get done, I'm gon' hit you (buss one) He said he on a thirty-day, he need a sixty-day (yeah) I'm on the phone with Elliot, ain't talkin' Missy, though Bitch, if I don't hit the bank right now, then I ain't gon' get the dough (come on, right now) I'ma show you niggas how to ball, I set the pick and roll, huh (yeah) I made 'em shut it down and then I hit the store I got big boogers in the bezel like I pick my nose All my bitches choose me, no, I don't pick my hoes Huh, brodie, throw this mask on, it's time to hit the door (skrrt) Get on these beats and then I lose it (yeah), don't ever get this shit confused (uh-uh) All this dog shit, look like I did the number two (two) Doggin' in this SRT like this bitch a PT Cruiser (yeah) I see the money in my sleep, not no fuckin' Freddy Krueger (buss one) Bitch, I'm in a different bag, baby, this a cooking class Nigga play with me, I make him bleed like he picked a scab Fuck school, nigga, I can read and I'm good at math (nigga) Every week, I make fifty G's and I ain't exaggeratin' (I swear to God) Huh, lil' dog, I ball hard, I'm like a cancer patient (yeah) Told the bitch to count the money right, she startin' to aggravate me Dick-suckin'-ass niggas (stupid niggas), see money, they get to gravitatin' (yeah) I had to grind for this shit, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda glad I waited (Kinda glad) Huh, my plug tried to short me, I know this nigga mad I weighed it (I know this nigga mad) Hmm, she like, "Uh, guh, guh," get to gaggin', baby Mm, the way I shit on niggas, I got these niggas lookin' constipated (yeah) I rap, sell dope, and sell 'bows, what's your occupation? (Mm, buss one) Get on these beats and then I lose it, don't ever get this shit confused All this dog shit, look like I did the number two Doggin' in this SRT like this bitch a PT Cruiser I see the money in my sleep, not no fuckin' Freddy Krueger (ain't no fuckin' Freddy, yeah)