This Is Not Public Housing

[Intro]
Yeah
Where my lighter?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Touch my drank, I'ma spaz
2.2 in the bag
Jump in, go to do the dash
You ain't fooling nothing, we know you soft
Them beans good, I'm clenching my jaw
Glock pit stop, get you fixed and all
Where the fork at? Y'all done pissed me off
Bitch, don't come out your lip at all
Turn this bitch to a action movie
I want a bag, I don't ask for groupies
Look like unc busting down loosies
.30 make you dance like two time Toosii
One car, Guru gon' get a hoopty
Slide through that bitch, make a movie
They said I shoulda, coulda but I didn't
They gon' write about me like Willie Lynch did
This is not a book from Donald Goines
2.5 za Wood what I'm smoking
Your whole door comе off the hinges
They say Slithеrman burnt all his bridges
Get you fucking knocked off the seams
Nigga can't rap without me
Slitherman had to get on this beat
Groupie ass nigga gotta be on the scene
I need my fork so this crack can be cooked right
Where the fuck is my hanger? Me and unc 'bout to fight
1.1 Betty Wright, 2.2 Gladys Knight
Give me the fork, I can make something happen
Really cook crack, I ain't just rapping
Whole hood know how I cook
I should have my own cookbook
Oil drop to the bottom, get to locking
Grams in the pot pop-locking
White bitch in my pocket like a pocket rocket, yeah
You get your weight, bitch, on you?
I gotta weigh something

[Outro]
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples of this coke I got
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples of this coke I got
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples of this coke I got
Bitch, I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
Samples, I got samples of this crack I got
Where's my scale? Where's my scale?
Where's my scale? Where's my scale?
Where's my scale? Where's my scale?
Where's my scale? Where's my scale?
Look like Shaq when I hang off the rim
With this Glock, I look like Un Jong Kim
I ain't had shit but Wheat Thins
Bitch, where's my scale at?
Where's my scale? Where the scale?
Where's my scale? Where's my scale?
Where's my scale? Where's my scale?
Thirty shot knock him out of the ozone
I still got crack, not 'bout to go home
Bitch, it's time to meditate
Woo side
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
Bitch, I got samples
I got samples, I got samples
Samples, samples, samples
Samples, samples, samples, samples
Samples, samples, samples, samples
Samples, bitch
You ain't gotta pay for this
This a sample, bitch
You better come back and come and shop for this
'Cause I got samples
I got samples
This here a sample
Free coke