I know some lil' niggas that thirst cream That pop a bitch on camera and we ain't talking 'bout twerk team Shooting up cribs turning porches to smokescreens Momma smoking nightmares chasing her pipe dream Hard to give advice behind a monitored call So his limits Senim Sillas, 'cause his pop behind walls School become a free meal, streets become a cheap thrill Same prices pa paid, he gon' pay a cheap deal Hourglasss empty but he looking for a refill Revolver break dancing, yeah, he make that bitch windmill Guess he's just a psycho in the city of the Chrysler Everybody living spiteful nigga looking just to ice you So we living hostile just to cop some Aeropostale Trenchcoat Mafia, for a lil' Hollister Gotta get his dollars up, so we hit the dice game Lost all his re-up, now he rob the dice game Probation violation call his ass the son of Satan Got these old niggas scared, like it's Crystal Lake and Jason 'Cause they been through cases, they ain't tryna go back Fresh meat up on the street, he give a fuck about that Snatching Cartie's downtown, wear 'em same damn week Tryna get the same bitches on the same damn street Rob a ho-ass nigga at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time 'Cause they gremlins (Gremlin) He just wanna smoke some kush And fuck with some hoes at the mall For that shit, he wished it all, baby face and all My lil' nigga gotta ball, lil' nigga gotta ball Run up on you where that money at, fuck nigga after that Lean in that double cup, lil' nigga screwed up Pop a pill nigga and he don' feel nigga You do it in the song, he do it for real nigga And all his OG's is either dead or in prison Scared to talk to him like, fuck it, he won't listen Unnecessary shit, thinking that he has to A pair of True Religions dog, my lil nigga blast you Listening to 2 Chainz, ain't thinking 'bout college I wonder if he knew that 2 Chainz went to college I wonder if he knew that, would that change his mind? Guess that's something we'll find in due time