What's the Word - BOLDY JAMES

Hundred bottles last week, that’s a true story

Riding around in my jeep with two forties

Cashed out a half ki cause I’m into jewelry

Just took a loss for fifteen, whole 'nother story

Devil got a couple suites and a few shorties

Finna pop a couple E’s and do an orgy

At the avenue, as the diamond spins

The charlie backin' in

The money on gorgeous

The whip matched the wheels, my diamonds so flawless

Her ass fat as hell and mommy so foreign

Not as bad as her friend but they both gorgeous

They both got boyfriends and they saw Norbit

But that’s how the world spin and the globe orbit

And the glove off

And I’m out with your girlfriend

And they both knowin'

That it’s over with

Them Concreatures blowin' bricks

Got that girl in so it ain’t nothin' for me to blow

What’s the word for the day

Outside hand-to-hand serving them J’s

All night gettin' on your nerves everyday

Pitching hard white wishing for a bird when I pray

From the kitchen to the curb get a plate

Report right do not disturb if you may

Better walk like you can catch me stirring the yey

Spinnin' off white whippin' 'til it turn into clay

Life is Precious, a fat ugly bitch that will get you wacked

It’s concrete evidence

If I died this second

Or took a trip to that max correction, penetent

Would you right me letters

Or send a nigga flicks

Or would you act like you never knew I exist

That’s why I’m selective, you suck a dick

Remember back a month ago, I wasn’t shit

Now you gotta respect it, I run a mitt

And I can cash a bungalow with the upper-deck

You gotta lotta flip but I’m upper-deck

In the sky box where Mike rocks double frets

In my high tops and I rock double S

Chillin' in the maybach with cyclops

And weapon X

I’m Wolverine, that’s Professor X

Got the Magneto, shoot it from the hip

Click, quicker that pistol P Maravich

What’s the word for the day

Outside hand-to-hand serving them J’s

All night gettin' on your nerves everyday

Pitching hard white wishing for a bird when I pray

From the kitchen to the curb get a plate

Report right do not disturb if you may

Better walk like you can catch me stirring the yey

Spinnin' off white whippin' 'til it turn into clay

The transition lenses in a buff

Gotcha bitch in a Benz

Finna give that pussy up

Got me finna bust quicker than my album

It’s coming soon, go and pick that up

It’s checkout time, twist one up

Lit the kush, and didn’t even let her hit the blunt

You a honey moon, I’m a big dipper

One of these days Alice right in the kisser

Small things to a giant, I don’t see the midgets

When he ran off on consignment I ain’t even miss 'em

I was jammin' somewhere probably in the kitchen

Same time he was rhyming I was out here in the trenches

Why these nigga lying, me and my niggas did it

And everything I write about nigga I really lived it

It’s gang time, MAP on my fitted

Cause money ain’t a problem, and neither is bitches

What’s the word for the day

Outside hand-to-hand serving them J’s

All night gettin' on your nerves everyday

Pitching hard white wishing for a bird when I pray

From the kitchen to the curb get a plate

Report right do not disturb if you may

Better walk like you can catch me stirring the yey

Spinnin' off white whippin' 'til it turn into clay