Break Up

Nice tires on the 'Ghini

You should wanna king me

Brain dead flow, vegetable zuchini

I live on the beach

She walk around in her bikini

Girls are like a school

And I cut 'em like seniors

I'm here to distinguish

The bears from the penguins

Life is just a gap,

Get some money in between it

Glocks like police

Pumps like FEMAs

This beat gettin' totaled

Pam, Keisha, Kema

Sittin' on the world

Thinkin' bout a girl

Pistol on my side

Paint you like mural

Dig in my pocket

Pulled out a party

Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party

H-H-Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit

Lookin' for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick

Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices

Church like a choir and a couple of old priest-es

Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors

I'm not expectin' you to have one inside yours

Vince Young, suicide doors

Life's a bitch, now die for her

[Verse Two - Short Dawg]

I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like

My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write

The way I'm eating niggas wish they had my appetite

Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Apple white

I pull four then I hit the exit door

Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor

Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores

Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy

I made it from a flier to the Forbes, (see me)

Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flier than the store

Dropping babies out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat

Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet

Your daughter need someone to save her, not me

I knocking hoes down like Layla Ali

Try he and I'm a put the toaster to ya kidney

Then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney

Damn, it's no ceilings like a Colosseum

Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea

The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still

Flow harder than an anvil

Short

[Verse Three - Gudda Gudda]

Okay, it's Gudda hoe

All about my Bills like Buffalo

Your bitch under my sheets

I heard she was an undercover hoe

Purple got me moving slow

Like I'm in a snail race

Pop pop pop 3 shots to the head

Then I pick up my shell case

Leave em with a pale face

Yes I am a young money goon

Your girl like a motion picture she be cummin' soon

I do a certain rule, I pop her like balloons

I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune

Couple screws lose, wanna play with him

This is No Ceilings bitch, ruthless like a stadium

We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in

You want us club, well nigga pay us then

All grey B.M., I'm getting from my baby M

She told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in

Don't play no games hoe

You know my name hoe

G-U-D-D-A, propane flow