G STAR JEANS PT 2

[Verse]
Happy birthday, Lazy, it's your motherfucking B-Day
Hit the mall, shop with credit cards just like T.J.'s
And my dawg got the pack, he pass it like a relay
Booted off a Perc', got me scratching like a DJ
LazyGod, you see me swerving, catch me in a 2-seat
All these niggas barking but they softer than a coochie
Nigga said he want the fade just like Boosie
Run up, we gon' put your ass to sleep with that shh, nigga
And I'm just cooling
Then she hit my phone just to ask me what I'm doing
Rolling off a yeah, lockjaw like I'm chewer
I ain't going to jail fuck nigga, my lawyer too rich
Keep my circle tight, yeah, it's tighter than a virgin
All my niggas hungry, nigga, all my dawgs working
And my nigga Cartier be dripping like he surfing
Every time I come around these niggas acting nervous
Hating ass nigga, broke as fuck with no purpose
Act like I ain't know but I did that shit on purpose
Black Air Force 1's, you talked cheese, I made a purchase
Ain't nobody fuck with you, lil' nigga, close the curtain
Pull up in all-black, now we looking like I'm lurking
Lurking by my lonely, chain swinging then I'm swerving
All these fucking plays and it got my phone twerking
Nigga, I'm so dirty, took a bath of detergent
Nigga, I'm so dirty, take a bath of some bleach, nigga
Smoking out the whip, fog it up, I can't see, nigga
I don't want no wife 'cause she know that I'ma cheat, nigga
I'ma hit your city if you coming with that cheese, nigga
I'ma hit your city if you coming with that fee
I'll rock the stage but I can't do that shit for free
I'm better than these niggas, yeah, I know, keep it G
My pockets was on low, I've been plotting all week
I pull up at your door, I ain't talking Trick or Treat
He talking 'bout that smoke, I'll give him nicotine
I don't want your ho 'cause she acting like a fiend
I'm smoking in the [?], better than the Russian Cream
I'm high, I didn't know, yeah, I thought it was a dream
I'm high, I didn't know, yeah, I thought it was a dream