Diamondbacks

Uh
So, I'm—I'm laid up with this chick, right?
You know what I'm sayin'? She tellin' me all your business
You know what I'm sayin'? We smokin' good weed and all that
You know, you gotta watch how you—you know
How you do things

I just wanna lay up
With a brown sugar mami, countin' pay up
No need in cuttin' corners, we tryna get it straight up (straight up)
Take a trip to the east to get the pack weighed up (weighed up)
Meet with my peeps to go feast with the beat, straight up
Wake up - you sleepin' on streets, wait up (wake up)
You sleep and get your Jeep sprayed up
Wake up - you sleepin' on streets, wait up (wake up)
You sleep and get your Jeep sprayed up, straight up
Rollin' around in that Brougham Caddie
Chrome at the bottom, got a grill like patties
Cell phone ringin', my butterfly bitch from Cali
Tryna chill, but I don't know, 'cause I'm steady money countin'
Hood rich kids playin' with big cans
The four-five shift, kid, slicker than Rick, bitch
The world is yours, Nas told me that, dream big
Nigga, BIG told me that, I'm tryna put my jig on the map
Huh, I'm rappin' like it's '96
Keep a ice pick, I flick a knife on a nigga quick
Heist, so my niggas rich, price on a nigga bitch
Your bitch got the vice grip on a nigga dick
A good time again, Miller Lite or Heineken
She write again, uh, I hit the pussy like lightnin'
Got it from the back, it's Fort Knox
Then she started callin' a nigga "Big Pop"
It's gridlock, try me, four-fifths pop, the doc
Gon' have to stitch you up like ziplock
Your shit stops