Hawaii 5.0

We done served as a combination
And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas
I just realized ya'll can't fuck with me
And you never will, bitch-ass nigga
Weezy F. Baby, believe that
Haha, yeah

I got the twenty-four inches sittin' on them Joe Buddens
And the trunk straight jumpin'
Bitch, I can't hear nothin'
Though I might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's
And in the Lamborghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's
How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck 'em
But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other
My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was another
It make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle
Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle
Baby girl gettin' straight dick, no cuddle
You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle
I'ma put some D's on that bitch

And these hoes starting to get they fleas on my shit
Have you seen the who Nina she's on my hip
Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on 'em grits
You nigga's ain't ballin'
Real talk, you niggas can't guard me
Two nigga's can't guard me
You lookin' at Jordan
From the side like Spike at the Garden
I got that hardest bars, call me the warden
Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding
Bitch, I'm cold not dude off Martin
Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit
Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet
And, bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit
See I'm a take it and gon' bring it back to New Orleans
And bitch I'ma shine in the land of darkness
In which I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as
A wall is
And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is
No I can't come down
And every time I send my girl outta town
I put some D's on that bitch

I'm a certified gangster
Haters make me nauseous
The money make me anxious
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston
But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen danger zone
So many c-note's I could sing a song
T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong
Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong
I don't want be right if gettin' high is wrong
My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong
Boy, I got more green than the bishop Don Juan

Haha

Okay, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro, 'Methazine fiend
Make the homies say, "Ho," and make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats
Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green
No beef in my grocery bag
Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass
I'm strapped like a bookbag
So any one of ya'll can come on and get a foot tagged
D.O.A.
Ride all night
Sleep no way
Sleep when I lay
Six feet deep
And until that day
I'ma be livin' like it is that day

Yeah
I keep holdin' on
I said bitch I been hot
Bitch the stove been on
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone
Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Some cool shorts in my Corvezone
Lookin' slicker than the lane that you bowlin' on
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told ya wrong
Bitch I'm bubblin' like soda foam
In a Styrofoam cup
You know what's in my Styrofoam
What? S-Y-R-UP
That's my car, yup
Vroom
I'm gone