Cold Turkey 2

(Gudda Tay on every beat, ****)

These **** ain't real as you think

They wanna go big, but they can't, yeah

Smell like a pound when I walk in the bank

Free all my **** locked up with a shank

Big dog, ****, hell yeah, I got rank

Want drank, lil' ****, hell yeah, we got pints

Truck sound like a plane when that motherfucker crank

The bitch gon' fuck, so I made the ho wink

I got a ring on every finger, ****, I feel like The Lord of the Rings

My bitch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine

'Fore I made it with this rap shit, I was posted up, ****, servin' fiends

Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me

I ain't had no sleep, I been grindin' for weeks

Come shop with us, ****, we got it for cheap

Rap **** still tryna run with the swag

You know this drip, they got it from me

Swervin' this Benz, it's Wagen, the G

I'm talkin' 'bout Barbie, the front got a B

Can't walk in the show 'til they pay me the fee

Bet I walked on this bitch if I got on the beat

And the beat, boy, it came from Gudda

Fresh as fuck, but I came out the gutter

One thing I can't do, switch on my brother

Fuck these ****, I been chasin' money

My daddy always told me keep it a hundred

Pay the plug right back if your ass got fronted

Feds all on my dick, I'm the hood most wanted

And I'm not with that sucker shit, I don't condone it

Her pussy so good, I fuck in the morning

Way the bitch talk, she be makin' me horny

Glock on my hip while a **** performin'

If it ain't 'bout the money, it's lame and borin'

Bought a new house, but this shit four stories

Mama said, "****, no nuts, no glory"

Baby said she wanna suck and record it

I'm a 1'5 ****, but I come from New Orleans

**** be hatin', boy, that shit be like poison

Promoters can't book me, they cannot afford me

**** don't like me, they keep that shit cordial

Paid cash for this house, I ain't got no mortgage

I got three phones, I can't run out of storage

Got bands on me, make her pussy get moist

I'm a player for real, so I don't gotta force it

Racks stuck in my jeans, shit look like Norbit

Pull up in Bentley, Ferrari, and Porsches

Went got that check like a Nike endorsement

And I been killin' the game like abortion

Had to get rich, they ain't leave me no choices

I'm in my bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout groceries

When I jump out that bitch, ****, everybody notice it

Chopper on me, get to singin' like Jodeci

Never gon' fold, I ain't never had ho in me

I got a ring on every finger, ****, I feel like The Lord of the Rings

My bitch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine

'Fore I made it with this rap shit, I was posted up, ****, servin' fiends

Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me