cant trust a slatt

I told her, shake it cause it's fat You can't hop up in this car if you ain't

down to catch a hat If we really speak fashion, you in the gangsta

use a rat Kiss a buddy out the bonga, we gon' put him

in our pack Too slimy, you can't trust a slap

My gang, we don't never lack What is 2-3 in my sack

They all poking out my jeans, had them asking, what is that

Girl, no my gang be having, go to sex and drop a rack

We got 50 dozen blues, ain't no ones inside this stack

We the ones that have emotion, nigga, jawed up, need some low

She steady blowing out my phone, while I'm sipping purple potion