F**k A Interview

Yeah, we did it, freedom of speech

Right on, right on, yeah, God bless

Yeah, power to the people

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we did it

Bro can't go past the door, we out on bond on fed papers (swear)

Paid a M off to the judge, I'm steppin' in alligator

Fuck a hater, fuck a traitor, I'm ready to go on a caper (fuck them niggas)

Soon as I came up off them bales, nigga was callin' me Slater (brrt)

Creepin' in, Lil Mexico, I was servin' dope out a hotbox (poof)

Performante hardtop, I'm cookin' white sock (what you gon' do?)

Who havin' Oxycontin? Who got the whole trap hot? (Yeah)

Candy-coated, Pluto GOATed, bitch can't leave me (yeah, yeah)

Fuck a skeezer, I'm jumpin' on jet with a deezer (jump on a jet)

Rollin' up reefer, from the beeper, I'm achiever (wassup?)

So-so geeked up, I'm posted up with tweakers (glee)

Pluto was hustlin' in elementary, nigga, before I was famous (ski)

Pluto Presidential, blick on me just like a gangsta (yeah, yeah)

Ho know I go in my bag (ho know I go in my bag), ain't got nothin' but cash in (ain't got cash)

Rocky, rocky, rocky, I can buy a body (buy a body)

ASAP, nigga, ain't with none of the bap, nigga (ASAP)

Drug money with the older Pluto, it smell like coke now (whoo)

Lil' bitty, local joker, I can fuck your ho now (fuck your ho)

Got that blade on me, that's a cutter, I'm ready to cut a nigga (cutter)

Layin' in the grass like a snake, I'm ready to slime a nigga (slime)

Straight out that murder zone, I'm king and shit, on that demon shit (niggas dyin')

I can't say no names no more, my dawg got ten or more (oh)

Cartel pullin' up on me, I'm not the average Joe (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick (whoa, whoa, yee)

Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (cold)

Hundred chains on, I'm the first nigga put my hood on (hood on)

Speak my name wrong, blew a M throwin' a ring on (what else?)

Foreign, it's change on me, China white, Hong Kong (what else?)

Wah, talkin' Chinese, wah-wah (what you doin'?)

Wah, talkin' Chinese, yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)

Frrt-frrt, lil' boy flippin', Jackie Chan (yeah-yeah)

Gangland, we don't respect the gang tat' (Lil Mexico)

Junkies line up at the door like fast food (East Atlanta)

Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview

What you doin'?

Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview