Ways To Kill Em

I tell a bitch quick , "I don't need you!" Let welfare feed you Why would I buy you a purse when I could buy me a Regal? Hook the bitch up tough, interior done up Park it next to my Oldsmo with the European fronts I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon once Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much That's how fool's get touched Riding through all them cuts Thinking you living cool? Dude, you looking like lunch To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns You need to read the sign if you going where they from Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni Get high and cry with friends now though we survive And for that, I'll ride 22's The front stays 8, the back about 11 inches wide My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize I'm forever on my hustle and on your bitch's mind Smoking my weed and thinking of ways To kill these niggas Smoking my weed and thinking of ways Of getting it done Smoking my weed and thinking of ways Of killing 'em, nigga Seersucker pants and my HUF socks With the leaf prints, Stan Smiths in my drop top Bitches know that's him before he hopped out Said she came with a nigga, but he can be swapped out If I'm trying to rock now Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots Lemon-drop ten women swimmin' on the roof of my building But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin' This cashmere, not scuba gear My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring show in last year I just got around to wearing this now They say gold worth 1600 an ounce So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse Hanging my watch out the window Putting hoes on time-out