Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this....

I got the world in my world in my clutches
Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches
Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this
Fly guy, i'm'a die high smokin' my lye
Be on the low, can't find me, why try?
Ends I'm holdin' 'em
Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em
Sportin' cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em
What, done it, cop the benz six hundred
If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach
Lustin', y'all ain't my girl, we only fuckin'
Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin'
Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo
Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.

Chorus -
Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes
Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in
The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects.
(repeat)