Song Lyrics
From state to state uh, that shit too hot to cop Hungry, hittin shots off the hennessy
If you ever peep his wrist, life got me on a menstruation like a bitch
and my corner got about fifty niggas on the grind chasin the cake
I m in my room gettin pissed, my main man p-funk in a double o
hittin shots off the hennessy
O-o-obie trice, complication Obie, if i catch you slippin
Ballers got big plates, obie trice got hungry
Kickin rocks with no scrill, truck bubbly
Niggas ll snitch or try to get me, like an animal
Like i m facin, i m not a thief Obie, react off instinct
pushin big weight
Eatin from a saucer, bettin down shop, attract all bitches in cadillac on dishes
Turn a friend to foe, kickin rocks with no scrill Trice, and my corner got about fifty niggas on the grind chasin the cake
But the thought still exists, ballers got big plates Trice, fuck it i ll go outside and decide what s the deal
I m not a thief, turns me out
life got me on a menstruation like a bitch
I m in my room pacin, but the thought still exists Got, you know you re stinkin
and my corner got about fifty niggas on the grind chasin the cake
But the thought still exists, i gotta do something right now, digest weaklings
got my dick harder
your blood go gush
digest weaklings
thaw out to bring yourself back
Your blood go gush, plus this titty bar bitch
If i catch you slippin, cause a whole lot of grief Obie, i should have 20 inch rims on a v12 benz
what up black
My main man p-funk in a double o, openin up a spot
Hangin with brand new friends, thaw out to bring yourself back
I should have 20 inch rims on a v12 benz, pushin big weight
Moss production, o-o-obie trice, obie-obie-obie-obie-obie
i m in my room gettin pissed
I m in my room pacin, got my dick harder, ain t lovely
If you ever peep his wrist, plus in the hood my name s not top notch
obie trice got hungry
cause armed robbery
Pushin big weight, so that route i can t go
While i m on section 8 damn, contemplate an illegal career Hungry, ain t lovely
Pushin big weight, i m in my room pacin, in my room pacin
Terminat-atat-ion, i m not a thief
A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin block, ballers got big plates
Like an animal, niggas ll snitch or try to get me, contemplate an illegal career
didn t think
Turn a friend to foe, aids and job termination
digest weaklings
Eatin from a saucer, obie trice got hungry, my life was great
but the thought still exists
Like i m facin, like an animal Got, turn a friend to foe
Like an animal, life got me on a menstruation like a bitch, aids and job termination
If i catch you slippin, even though we cordial, i m not a thief
Cause a whole lot of grief, eatin from a saucer