Bullshit - Sts

Cannabis connoisseur, two creams in my Kahlua

Lipstick on my lapel, out of Cuba

Follow as I maneuver, luxury tag

Labels don’t make me hot, bitch, ain’t no nigga cooler

Slicker than Slick Rick the Ruler

She my little La Di Da Di, she compliments my dougie

My life’s an after party, we hot as warm wasabi

I toast to that

Got Polo on my body, she wants to be my jockey

Flyer than Philly hockey, high as the chilly rocky

So cool they call it cocky, pockets on

Full joints of gooey got me

All eyes we should go see my nigga

Bartender

My shit is candy coated

I put that shit in drive, I got my money right

I put that little money aside

on my neck, the on my sleeve

I on my bitches, boots to her knees

O.G.

in the easy, put some smoke in the breeze

the bullshit

crystallized reefer, potent strain of sativa

Doing doobies, hitting bowls of the diesel

skirting the Regal

Don’t wake my neighbors up, boy, these some conservative people

Shin-digging is busy, grinding hash and the sticky

Rolling that in the blizzy, filling up my glass to the tippy

Shorty flashed me the vickie, rude if I ask for a quickie

I just passed her the 'L', and said I be back in a jippy

The Illustrious hit me and held my ambiance

They feel my movement, they dig my renaissance

They want to move with me, be my little confidant

I talk that fly shit, hot shit that’s what she want

Make sure you know my steez, twenty-three

Excel and Polo tee’s, rolling white widow weed

Higher than willow trees, ladies be loving my leads

They digging on my fly, but there’s one thing I believe

I got these haters all salty, I’m laid up by this palm tree

Puffing on Jumanji got my zoned out like a zombie

And it’s, not hard to see I know she only wants me

These fire rhymes, these bomb beats get kicked to the curb like concrete

And now I’m with this Spanish chick, complexion like Ashanti

Lays around the pool all day just listening to her R&B

I’m sorry, not hardly, your body makes it hard to leave

But I’m more Mobb Deep fuck Jon B

I’m offensive now girl pardon me

And Slim he hit me on the phone and informed me about this party

Scantly cladded women that will double pump my heart beat

Hopped up in the whip quicker than liquor hitting my arteries

Blew a kiss up to that last chick, I’ll call you, don’t call me

And I’m bad, bitch, with a bad bitch

Treat baddest like they average

My status;

established

These chicks open like catfish

This lifestyle that we living now, damn it’s just so lavish

And I smoke the best pineapple express;

roll up some of that cabbage

I’m G.O.L.D