Thugga, muhfucka 
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg 
Free the goat, you know what Im sayin 
 Yak Gotti
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt 
If you know him, you know he had a fucked up temp
I miss you, you gon make me cry a river 
I want all these niggas gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss em and Im so lonely
Free all the homies
Spend me some bands, spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti, guap, cash, spend me them bands
Nut in their hand, go get a rag
I just blowed a bag on her, didnt wanna plan
If you will it just stick to em
Stay turnt, thats gon get to them
Fuck them haters baby, baby
Act like you aint shit to em
They only wanna come around you
You better not get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you
And act like you kin to em
My momma didnt hate, my daddy didnt raise ya, hey
They know that Im hot, I need a fan-tasia
Right now Im on top, Ill look at your plan later
They know Im so not basic, Im not they cables
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life
I, I, I, I, I pray to god that I never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothin bout bein broke
I swear to God, forget my sins, I dont want broke
I might just go to prison for Im gettin broke
No joke, no joke
B-R-O-K-E, I dont wanna see that
Not ever ever oh no, and I know I sound like a brat
And Im not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan kill me but all of them rich niggas, they feel me
But he aint gon kill me cause I take care of every motherfucker round me
And they bills every monthly every year
Never bought they Kenn Coles from good year
I put ice on they neck and I pebble all of their lil ears
This bitch so bad, I wont no trojan
I made her rub me with this lotion
Take some from my bitch just to be an explosion
And if you aint knew it, now you know it
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life
I, I, I, I, I pray to god that I never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothin bout bein broke
I swear to God, forget my sins, I dont want broke
Id rather go to prison for Im gettin broke
No joke, no joke
I wont be broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke
Broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke
Broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-bro-o-oke
Broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-bro-oke
Broke-broke-broke, I wont be broke-broke-broke
I wont be broke-broke-broke
I cant spell broke-broke-broke
No these not broke-broke-broke
My Rollie broke-broke-broke
Iced out his bro-bro-bro
Yeah yeah, my dog changed yo
And hes iced out
You can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You cant run out of the spot, nigga got Glocks, yeah
They got them sticks, too
Send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle, no broom
Fly, Peter Pan in the room, yeah
Free my nigga Gucci too, hey
Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna catch your daddy, do em, do em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em
Leave em, fuck em, broke soon
Smoke em leave em dead yeah, bloody red jack
Im on Slauson for no reason with a spank, yeah
We gon die bout this shit hey, hey, hey
Diamonds brazy, diamonds fightin goin to war
Ima buy that bitch lil boy
Ride that bitches like a bed up to the Porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car
Put that bitch inside a car with my big bro, hey, hey
Told em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And I wouldnt dime with that bitch, she owe me fund, yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds
Aint no pussy nigga baby, aint the one
Freestyle than geek nigga
Roll a bunch of pot and smoke some weed, nigga
Private party at the the yo with twenty freaks, nigga
Old lady straight, she fly as a seagull, nigga, yeah
I got forty thousand Adidas, nigga
Evil, I only just fuck the evil, nigga
She gon drop them bitches like a beetle, nigga, yeah
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah