Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm my own driver I don't need a chauffeur

Real street nigga I don't use a holster

Baby look good I'ma tell her come closer

Sneaking through the hood tell that nigga come closer

Fucking on this bitch she ain't got no odor

Niggas be tough on the Net like Soulja

Why would I kill 'em I ain't got no motive

They sat me down and that's just what I told 'em

Niggas be bluffing like it's Texas Hold 'Em

I call TMONEY no laundry, he fold 'em

Caught that lil boy in Four K yeah it's over