From the Bottom

Yea yea Go Yea From the bottom we did it but, We was just 4th and some inches Had to shop like a fifty Mr. Kick door off the hinges Mr. Chop off the top with the quickness Mr. Block off the block with the Bentleys You know my bitch and my Glock get extensions We was tryna see who get the richest Mr. Gift of Gab who get the bitches Get the twelves and break them down to sixes With the gold on my neck like Egyptians Mr. Stand on the edge and he tilted Put that bread on his head and they clipped it Poured a deuce of that red and I sipped it I been finessing this rap shit milked it Bought the sheets on my bed but I silked it One Oh Eight till I'm dead kus I built it Put a Oh After That, then a Oh After That Then a comma then add three more oh's Car a four seater I add three more hoes Santa Backdoor, Mr Craxkflow Kick at that door Pick up that dough Get so much money I said fuck a show Niggas can't say that I said fuck the bro's We was broke we was swapping out shoes and the clothes We was popping up, popping out I had you rocking out Where in the fuck would you be without Four They thinking he sold his soul I was balling like I'm tryna go pro And if I could go why the fuck wouldn't I go Stack it up and I know That it was gone pay off eventually That's why I can't show these niggas no sympathy I'm still the same nigga, know you remember me I be trim they be calling me Trimothy Bitch know I'm HIM She be calling me Himothy Pick up Jasmine we go to Busy Bee He a has been One of them niggas that wanted they ass kissed Type to talk but wasn't never in action Choppa sing and we call it Ms. Braxton Get the dope and we cut it like classes I was going Tom Ford on my glasses Paid the flights and we board all the passes Nigga play so I turned him to ashes Beat the pot Mr. Ali he Cassius I know you heard what happened that tragic Prolly still be alive but they gassed it Four From the bottom we did it but We was just fourth and some inches Had to shop like a fifty Mr. Kick door of the hinges Mr. Chop off the top with the quickness Mr. Block off the block with the Bentley's You know my bitch and my Glock get extensions We was tryna see who get the richest Mr. Gift of gab who get the bitches Get the twelves and break them down to sixes With the gold on my neck like Egyptians Mr. Stand on the edge and he tilted Put that bread on his head and they clipped it Poured a deuce of that red and I sipped it I been finessing this rap shit milked it