They talk bout stealing swag but they know I′m the one

I pickup all my gas and then I roll it in blunts

I done shot my own mother cause these bullets fly a tonTell me that I've lost but I know I′ve won

I put on all this drip and I be stacking up my funds

They tell me check the score but I tell them check the sum

Talking bout some money well we want it in lumps

I'm talking bout pussy in clumps

No issues no bumps

She say told me that she cared and I told her she a chump

I'm boutta stack my defense so please don′t front

On the way to your bitch and I′m always on the hunt

I'm from la where the sun shines bright

And the moon shines even brighter

Too many k′s in this bitch like mortal kombat choose your fighter

Rapping paragraphs but that last bitch I'll need is a motherfucking typer

Stealing shit out your dojo is now kung fu lighter

I′m like a robot in the stu these niggas should call me cyborg

I just met up with your bitch and I told her what the word is

I just looked into her eyes and she could tell you we flirted