'Til I'm Gone

Shawty in the regal, ridin' comfy, swangin' fours

Gat stashed in the dash, for them playa hatin' hoes feelin' swole

Now I ain't fuckin' with you non-independent

Already spent it 'fore you get it

Type of bitches get your mind right

Before a playa train ya gotta make sure you work the cause

Cause hoes will ride that dick then act brand new when they try to call

When I'm feelin' fed up, playa gotta get his bread up

Smoke another bag and keep plottin' on this cheddar

It's back to ridin' slow to the Screw in a fog

Proceed to recline my seat and chunk my deuce to you all