Something Else Remix

You know I love the style on ya

Blue forty caliber

Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger

And I'm still in and out

Got it so I'm spending out

Dope boy so I never have a problem in a drought

Don't take too much work if you can't manage that

In case u run out of empties use sandwich bags

Play with the hand u was dealt

That's why I ride the track til it melts

I can care less how you feel how u felt

I done spent niggas rent money on belts

Threesomes in the trunk

I'm fucking for the wealth

And the hood ask about me I'm something else

I aint even did nothing

And it look like I'm trafficking

You see these blood diamonds

Sir my chain African

Speaking of my chain

Need to get a job

Get the fuck up out my neck

Serve (?) to Barack

Whatever that you do look

Don't get caught

That stash get low ya ass might get bought

Ok I'm over it lets talk about something else

I said I'm over it I think I'm buying something else

Leave everyday like a thug holiday

Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday

To make a movie bout my doc holiday

Son strapped 365 even holidays