Delinquents (Feat. Eddy Baker)

What?

Young white pimp, switchblade on my ****

Blunt guts in my veins, Backwoods on my lips

I ain't ridin' with a clip, I'm ridin' with my clique

No tent, let 'em see me when I'm ridin' in the whip

Black beeper on my hip, buzzin' hard like a *****

Nextel makin' moves, and I make a ***** strip

Feed her drugs, watch her die, I'mma help the suicide

All my girls goin' to die when they see I have a ride

When they see just how I act, when they hear just how I rap

All black to the hat, now I'm creepin' for the cash

Flashback to the past, now I'm pimpin' in the flash

**** whoever said I wouldn't, gettin' cash, flickin' ash

I'm, *****, livin' life like a prince

Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist

I'm, what, livin' like a ************' prince

Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist

What?

Eddy ******' Baker, *****, know I'm high off the ****

Got the grams in my pocket and a scale in my coat

Killin' every ******' beat, yeah, it's murder he wrote

Try to play me for a ho, then I'm grabbin' your throat

God damn, I'm so **** like a bag of the blow

****** your ***** in the bathroom and you didn't even know

I just hit it from the back while she sniffin' the snow

Bust a nut in her face then I hit the backdo'

I'm a crook, ************, got no love for the po'

I can never wife a *****, I'm in love with the dough

Got some plugs on the drugs, I can get 'em for low

Ecstasy, *********, even pints of the poe

My ****** stay in the streets but we still keep it low

Little blunts, little ****, then we hittin' the sto'

I can never get enough, always fiendin' some mo'

Bad ***** on my ****, how deep can I go?

Yup, Yeah