Fukk A Interview

(Yeah, we did it) (Freedom of speech) (Right on, right on) (Yeah, God bless) (Yeah, power to the people) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, we did it) Bro can't go past the door, he out on bond on Fed papers (swear) Paid a M off to the judge, I'm steppin' in alligator Fuck a hater, fuck a traitor, I'm ready to go on a caper (fuck them niggas) Soon as I came up off them bales, niggas was callin' me Slater Creepin' in, Lil Mexico, I was servin' dope out a hotbox Performante hard top, I'm cookin' white sock (what you gon' do?) Who havin' Oxycontin? Who got the whole trap hot? (Yeah) Candy-coated, Pluto GOATed, bitch can't leave me (yeah, yeah) Fuck a skeezer, I'm jumpin' on jet with a deezer (jump on a jet) Rollin' up reefer, from the beeper, I'm achiever (what's up?) So-so geeked up, I'm posted up with tweakers Pluto was hustlin' in elementary, nigga, before I was famous (ski) Pluto Presidential, blick on me just like a gangster (yeah, yeah) Ho know I go in my bag, ain't got nothin' but cash in it (ain't got cash) Rocky, rocky, rocky, I can buy a body (buy a body) ASAP, nigga, ain't with none of the bap, nigga (ASAP) Drug money with the odor, Pluto, it smell like coke now (woo) Lil' bitty local joker, I can fuck your ho now (fuck your ho) Got that blade on me, that's a cutter, I'm ready to cut a nigga (cutter) Layin' in the grass like a snake, I'm ready to slime a nigga (slime) Straight out that murder zone, I'm kingin' shit, on that demon shit (niggas dying) I can't say no names no more, my dog got ten or more (oh) Cartel pullin' up on me, I'm not the average Joe (whoa, whoa, whoa) I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick (whoa, whoa, yee) Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (cold) Hundred chains on, I'm the first nigga put my hood on (hood on) Speak my name wrong, blew a M throwin' a ring on (what else?) Foreign exchange on me, China white, Hong Kong (what else?) Wah, talkin' Chinese, wah-wah (what you doin'?) Wah, talkin' Chinese, yah-yah (yah-yah-yah) (Frrt-frrt) lil' one flippin', Jackie Chan (yah-yah) Gang land, we don't respect the gang tat' (Lil Mexico) Junkies line up at the door like fast food (East Atlanta) Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview What you doin'? Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview