Me Ok

First they tell ya "motherfucker, trap or die", that me ok

Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me ok

Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free ok

Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three ok

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me ok

Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me ok

On that avion to the head, hey, but me ok

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me ok

I'm a fool on that avion, snow be on that liquor

Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a swisha

You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop

Presidential day day, looking like two blocks

They ain't know 2pac when he was on death row

All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo

All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it

One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit

Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough

34 A unit, nine hundred, an o

Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip

Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

When l.A. Reid was in office made some history up in def jam

If jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is def jam?

I know you heard how your boy bossed up at atlantic

Boss shit, might just drop my next album on atlantic

I really hope you bitches ready, vice-prezzy and his presi

Got some shit up in my bezzy, so what ya sayin'?

My wrist is heavy

All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on belly

With a brown skin thing swear to god she look like kelly

Two door rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'

Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'

First the XXL, read about me in the forbes

That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door accord

Wassup

Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale

I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail

You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail

In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail

Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames

Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name

Had that murcielago, it was green like margaritas

Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila

Dropped so many lambos, thought I was a lam ambassador

Dropped so many rollies, niggas thought I owned the rollie store

Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you

I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol