FRENCH

[Intro]

(Fuck it)

Fuck it, yea

[Verse]

Rolling through your hood without a G-Pass

Ain't no boys gon' bust like they need ass

It's all green dawg Imma breeze past

But the fiends Tim Duncan 'cus they need glass

And all these bitches know they need cash

'Cus i eat first, nigga's better eat last

'Cus we ain't fucking scared to let the heat blast

I'm masked up, gased up

The ritual to light a spliff or two

It's all we ever do, ahead of you, I got a better view

Collecting revenue, I met a fellow human who ingested chemicals

And made it so we never move

Except when he grab his genitals, I'm elevating

To the revelation on your Pedestal

'Rari on the topic, I am nothing like you ever knew

I could pay the better dues, be on my level too

You stuck on the first stage, Im stuck on my level two

The loiterer, the black warrior, the real euphoria

Taste that, don't waste that, the Nas formula

I freestyle for this bitch, she's a foreigner

I drag her back to my den, then I'm clawing her

Then I clubbing her, then Im thuggin her

Bitch know I'm wilding, bitch know I'm styling

Bitch know I'm styling like stally in a stalin

Styling 'cus I'm wilding, young and I'm violent

Awesome, plaing wheel of fortune in a foursome

I hold a jawsome and let her swim in the endorphins

And I divorce them, get's exhausting I toss 'em

Double cross 'em, true religious, not an auction

And i just got knowledge, middle finger fuck it

Whoever is not pollished, you just got dollars and I escaped college

Dreams not a -, zombie prestige so we gotta keep the trees lit

You hittin racks til your brain dead, shawty gased up; call that bitch wayne head

Meech told me I ain't gotta talk to em'. nigga lift em UP and spark to em

Nigga talk to em, make it so you ride them out