Inkredible

歌詞

[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness In something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished Riding with something freaky They tell me she the business The chain clear, stones never cloudy Sixty racks or better, nigga ask about me Certified gangsta, bitch don't ever doubt me Welcome to the streets You can't get in without me I'mp presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black Toping in the Chevy, top rolling back My life a motion picture, bitch I ain't gotta act I send 'em to your section, nigga hold that It's raining scattered bullets Too late to run for cover, I drain 'em like Kobe Then I evacuate to the gutter On something that's pokey with locs And a trunk that like to stutter I rank as the king of the city It ain't gon' be another [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I'm sending shots, it's happy hour I shoot from close range, I'ma need a shower Brains in the sink, body on the counter Women and the kids, leave 'em how I found 'em I'm a real nigga, stand still nigga I cut ya face, have ya looking like Seal nigga Then I pull ya card, then I deal wit'cha Gamble wit'cha life, is this your lucky night? My bitch so fucking right, every night I fuck her twice Big boy money bitch, pockets on Charlie Wise Tatted up, I'm scarred for life Tell the cops I know all my rights Got choppas I don't mean Harley bikes Drop 'em like a bag of ice Shades dark, flag bright Wallet chain, chrome horse Hair to the fucking back, call that shit Rosa Parks Dr. Carter man I gave hip-hop open heart Young Money baby aka Noah's Ark Ahaha And I'm Noah! YOUNG MOULA BABY [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] My money long, my temper short My car's foreign, my dick a boss The guns new, the beef old It's time to come through, like never before Liquid C4, look at me hoe Look into my eyes, do you see a C.O.? I'm talking kilos, time to reload Map fout ou deyo - "Shut the fuck up" in Creole Bitch I'm paid up, get ya weight up Pillow top back, realest shade up I got them automatics so you know I'm automatic All my auto's automatic, you know that's automatic What you niggas wanna see? Don't get caught in the street I got G's that'll wait for a quarter ki', nigga I'm living nigga Fuck the critics nigga (Fuck 'em) Shit is serious nigga You hear the lyrics nigga (Yep!) Its Ricky nigga