South Valley

Ain't got ice on my neck, it just turn to water Smiling, she just hit the lottery Turn it around, make it a robbery Shit ain't bother me Make my way down to South Valley Keep a blower on me with this dope around me All-black whip with a bass that's pounding Roll up the window, I'm smoking on lousy Smoking on lousy when he chill in the Audi Mr. Money Bags but he looking real Tommy Looking like a dork way you eating alone You're a real bitch, your family eating on the floor What you talking 'bout, that you on a Capone Your girl just hit my phone and I'm on it I be in her zone Give her optimism but I'm already gone Cruising down Route Sixty-Six Trying to get a kick I still need my fix And I think a girl try slip me a mick Shit going south now Must be winter, ain't no going out now Ain't no going back now I'm a problem you can't solve, you going back out John Wall, trying to ball quick (Give me the world, I'll revolve it) Always working, I'm on call, bitch (Try to catch me in the fall) Cooking and cooking, I look lucid and crooked Serving up orders for Mr. Charlie and Snoopy Lucy serving sushi like a fusion City been whoopee like a cushion, product pushing One percent living kushy, take it in like a smoothie Life's like a movie, but it's directed by Kubrick