Delinquents (Feat. Eddy Baker)
What?
Young white pimp, switchblade on my ****
Blunt guts in my veins, Backwoods on my lips
I ain't ridin' with a clip, I'm ridin' with my clique
No tent, let 'em see me when I'm ridin' in the whip
Black beeper on my hip, buzzin' hard like a *****
Nextel makin' moves, and I make a ***** strip
Feed her drugs, watch her die, I'mma help the suicide
All my girls goin' to die when they see I have a ride
When they see just how I act, when they hear just how I rap
All black to the hat, now I'm creepin' for the cash
Flashback to the past, now I'm pimpin' in the flash
**** whoever said I wouldn't, gettin' cash, flickin' ash
I'm, *****, livin' life like a prince
Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist
I'm, what, livin' like a ************' prince
Got jewels on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist
What?
Eddy ******' Baker, *****, know I'm high off the ****
Got the grams in my pocket and a scale in my coat
Killin' every ******' beat, yeah, it's murder he wrote
Try to play me for a ho, then I'm grabbin' your throat
God damn, I'm so **** like a bag of the blow
****** your ***** in the bathroom and you didn't even know
I just hit it from the back while she sniffin' the snow
Bust a nut in her face then I hit the backdo'
I'm a crook, ************, got no love for the po'
I can never wife a *****, I'm in love with the dough
Got some plugs on the drugs, I can get 'em for low
Ecstasy, *********, even pints of the poe
My ****** stay in the streets but we still keep it low
Little blunts, little ****, then we hittin' the sto'
I can never get enough, always fiendin' some mo'
Bad ***** on my ****, how deep can I go?
Yup, Yeah