And you don't wanna fight with us We big dawgs, you don't fight the wolves Had rubbers in my backpack And you brought your game to school Top a n***a that gon' play the game Yo, something has changed the rules You was heated when you seen me I always kept it cool I always kept it cool I always kept it bull 2009 youth I fucked up on the stool I'ma send that briefcase Boy, you a chief's gate Get your shit off Ebay You shit on Lil' Wade Bitch, I ball like 2K Diamonds blue like Blu-ray What's in the briefcase? Oh shit, that's bout 10K Old dawg, Lorenz tape My bitch handmade Dump that ass fatter than a Peep I call her Kim K That ass fatter than a motherfucker I call her Nick Gaze I'm in the beauty shops in a chocolate like Lil' JJ She gon' try that motherfuckin' bowl she drink in Bombay And we gon' smoke this motherfuckin' gas, make it stank gay I used to be 23, now I'm 45 like MJ Back then, we're tall tees with my K-Swiss and a Boosie face Cougars wanna eat me up and drink me up like lemonade I don't give a goddamn, I'm a fly nigga like Peter Pan I'ma looking for a eater, man And I thought she ain't breathing, man I'm in the IHs, screw your ass in a Regal, man Pass your hoe to my bro, man Eat him up like Lomé Pop her concussions and she sniffing cocaine I'ma looking for a eater, man And I thought she ain't breathing, man