A Billion Point em out line em up I Bet I give them the blues He ain't got to be a psychic to predicts that they lose You just ain't got to be blind I'm sicker than swine flu Ain't no sanitizing me let me remind you Put my name in the rap and niggas'll find you Chopped up in the pacific nigga you shark food I Got a short fuse, I'm winning this part 2 Smart mouth bitches get treated they shoe size I'm where amazing happens like one of them hoop guys NBA demeanor on niggas double my senior Ballin' is a hobby like a woman extra snobby But ain't being too sloppy we twist big blunts of broccoli Blowing in the air for niggas that ain't here Close our eyes and Think about all of the memories we shared. Hand Guns that spray, like automatics Make way for them young niggas to see their casket White T's and Khakis that a propper attire So much smoke in the air need a Humidifier As we acquire what we desire of drug money Treat a snitch just like a bitch she get no love from me Mug on me like the morning time what it do Or what it brew, coffe colors she riding threw We Dwell in the house with the marbel floors Elevators dugger those Bucky naked women known to powder up they nose Raticate on my foes, Glock 40 feelin sporty Throw the keys to your bitch Let her wear it for me. Niggas will kill for me but i'd rather be the shooter Introduce a sucker nigga to my lovely bitch Ruger Who the man? I AM Turn a note to a grand Turn the beat into a classic, let em quote what i'm sayin Fuck women on satin sheets then it's back to the streets Always strap with my heat in case we happen to meet Oh yeah I'm hard body no roy, hard body no roys Looking for a bitch that likes to party with dope boys. Pussy of a Princess, hair like a Queen Seems to be the only thing, fit for a KING No Prince row shit, walk up on em won't miss Show up in your service see your grave and take a piss Say your grace it's sayonara Need a ghostwriter boy? I got some shit you can borrow Cut the check we the best like them niggas in Miami Still Out here shooting pull the trigger like a hammy Get money stay humble hold your ground never tumble Stack a bundle for these niggas out here snitching on each other Gone. Shabazz Holla At Me! What I say... Gun Shots, red rum, niggga murder she wrote Slit a pussy nigga throat cus he bitch and he spoke To a cracker about some shit that happened here in these streets Keep your business to your self when you out handling beef I'm shell shock I'm squeezing without thinking to ask Let These hollow tips slip and plent they feet in your ass Keep my hustle on repeat and never sleep for the cash Foreign cars by the fleet, hey what you see on that dash? Buy 2, 20, New money tell me what it feels like Can't buy 90? tell em niggas get their deal right Taxes it's a different bracket but the hustle's a must Stuff them dime sacks up untill they damn near bust I'm thinking a square nigga with emotions involved Ask a bitch I ever had I got no emotions at all Just motions that have em open praisying me like I'm God But shiiiit i never love em cus I ain't got no heart. Keep your pussy i'd rather to take a dip in your mind If I like what I find you get dick in due time You get dick 2 times, a day if your late Just a lil longer let me love you til the morning Then you see the dough like you made a appointment Still flow poison sleeker than some ointment Kill all the bullshit, fuck you with a pool stick This Big tool it make a hot boy cool it Dope boy music, chevi yeah a boxed one Aviator glasses like I'm Tom Cruise from Top Gun Shot gun shot gun your bitches ride shot gun Say she like dick boy and you ain't really got none Pussy gotta pop some Twice if they had those Jack moves kick those, all for the love of dough A Billion.