Ok one time for the one time
I ain’t got waste time on a punchline
Me first, I’m next on the lunch line
You can call me cap when its crunch time
Big packs, they just gotta send it one time
What you do in yo city cause I run mine
Big clips like it came off the drum line
My boys might shoot down your sunshine
Whipping up a new verse like a crack rock
And I still switch whips like a matchbox
Couple bad broads chillin in the backdrop
Shorty only call back for the back shots
And cause she know we ballin no blacktop
Plug came wit the keys, no laptop
Keep it 100 degrees yeah I’m that hot
Good lawyer boy, call his ass Matlock

Holla at yo gwala, classic as Caprice but no I do not ride Impala
Holla at yo gwala, of course I;m gonna cut but man I might not even call her,
Holla at yo gwala, this ain’t Vh1 so you can miss me with the drama
Holla at yo gwala, might hop up out a coma if they talkin bout some commas

I don’t chat much if I don’t know you
I just faced one on the Pacific Coastal
I don’t gotta lace nothin, that’s what OG smoke do,
If you wanna get to it, let the OGs coach you,
Points they keep missing just cause they ain’t listen
We out here ballin cause we never fallin,
For gimmicks, no scrimmage, we champs wit no image
Don’t need no witness, you got it, you get it
Hit my line if you wanna level up, got the whole blueprint but I need a cut
Don’t event want them but they needing us, gotta put the game down like you lame to us
She don’t even want nothing but the fame from us,
See right through the shit, it’s like a shame to us,
And she got a man, is he lame or what
I mean he ain’t got gold in his chain or what
What about love, why you changin up
Gotta pass on the ass but the frame is love,
I mean she just ain’t got enough brains for us
plus I got a girl, she’s an angel love
Gold diggers bad dreams like the angel duet
Ain’t getting no ball and no chain from us...

When we come around, one thing you should know, we never fold
When we come around, can you keep up, smart enough
When we come around...