This sound like some 4301 shit
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle
Tell my mama I love her if
And I like to finish what you
Man, you boy just got to Hollywood,
You don't know what you just started
All I do is hang with the
It's all I ever did and look
Yeah, you been on my mind lately
girl, you need to call me
I feel like they wanna see
They still out to get me,
They still out to get me, they don't get it
I cannot be gotten, that's a given
Why do you know every single
Why can't you just shut your mouth
Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago
South, south, south, that's the motto
Take the devils out my life
way past the line of scrimmage, ayy
Thrown us back up in it, ayy
I be blackin' out, I ain't backin' out
But I, I just, I just, I just,
I just wanna rock your body
Take you to the garage and do some karate
Chop it, chop it, chop it,
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
This sound like some 4301 shit
All my niggas wanna do is pop style
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle