One Hundred & Thirty Three Times

I feel like the rain, the way I walk out the TV Girl, I'm so more cracked than bootleg DVD's Girl this is top shelf, this ain't no C.B.D She look like you rock the bank, rock the block and then P.P.P Cartier frames I say to my face the same color as P.C I make a bitch stand outside out all day like the Statue of Liberty I beat your ass, I sweep the bags One hundred and thirty-three times, your ass will get stabbed I walk in that bitch get crazy like missionary man I walked in and take my shoes off I got missionary plans Bitch, your pussy trash like peaches out of a can I wish I had three hands, I'll slap a bitch with three hands We traffic so damn much we need three white vans Baby, don't spill my drink, I feel like I'm pinky Take them little ass chains off them ricky dinky Take that fucking watch off, I'm about to go sell it Take that fucking B.B belt off, I'm about to fucking wear it Baby ain't kicked out shit on the floor like I ain't have pants Don't threaten, it's a play with us Nigga, don't damn dare us I put that shit on, so damn good She like, "What you're wearing?" I pull up with that white ton Everybody like black can That 30 get the flame Eat a dick, fuck yourself, fuck your whole gang, nigga You stole an iPhone 4, we're not the same, au boy His customer Ain't playing game back