Gat Damn

Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
 (This shit, nigga, for real though), yeah
 Man, I miss my nigga Greg, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah
 I got homies in the feds, free my niggas, yeah, yeah
 I just wrapped a hundred cash, zipped it in the air, yeah
 I'ma go fuck up a bag, know that ho can't stand that
 Yeah, I got shooters but I'm duckin' shooters
 Pop 'em up, they hit the homie sister, guess we both the loser
 Po-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger
 I can't move the same, I gotta readjust how I maneuver
 I reminisce that feeling when I think about it
 A million in the bank, I used to dream about it
 No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it
 Up in the morning whippin' cocaina 'bout it, yeah, yeah
 I got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah
 Time to blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah
 Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabs
 Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"
 Ah, goddamn, I'm callin' Lam'
 MoneyGram, go send the bail, I'm in a jam
 In the jail, I'm in the cell, can't see the fam
 Say my prayers, alhamdulillah, no bacon ham
 Bacon ham, and cold salami, that's all they serve us
 Stomach hurtin', the devil working, but I ain't nervous
 Beat the verdict, but lost a milli', guess life ain't perfect
 Whippin' birdies, the devil working, but I ain't nervous
 I reminisce that feeling when I think about it
 A million in the bank, I used to dream about it
 No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it
 I take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it, yeah, yeah
 I got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah
 We can blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah
 Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabs
 Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"
 Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
 See, man, free that nigga, yeah, yeah
 Hot dog, uh
 Free my nigga, yeah, yeah
 I know how it be, man
 You know, pent down in that motherfucker, yeah
 I remember I was on, on bail and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
 This, this, damn, the beat ran out
 Fuck it, that's enough right there
 Fuck it, I ain't even gotta talk no shit