Commission Private Bring me in front of the boys for this one They better gon' be mad Major League, Puerto Rico, LA There's a lot of them Tell them, please don't be mad Took what I had, left me for dead Until I had to be finished Came back with a Benz, it's cocaine, Bentley Emerald cup, platinum, I did it Diamonds twinkle, if it don't glisten You did not get it from me Cop drop, red interior Yellow counter, turbo is the issue Arch your back, wipe that ass, gloss it over Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and over Left cheek, right cheek, slowly, bend it over Had a stress for data, they don't wanna focus on it Baby, some of that motivation, captivate my focus Arch your back, wipe that ass, gloss it over Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and over Left cheek, right cheek, slowly, bend it over Had a stress for data, they don't wanna focus on it She eat that dick off the bone, that shit real official Sacrifices I made for niggas will probably never get mentioned Let's get straight and then complain like we in competition Women be more grateful, I seen gangsters turn to bitches I thought as men we hold our own dick when we was pissing I play the game like Killer Stone, swear to God I miss him Bitch, I feel like Alvin Nelson when I'm in the trenches Rocking fitteds, hop out solo with my jewelry glistening Shout out Ox, Uptown, Busy, Booby, Black, and Menace'n Quiet as kept, they say I'm Emilio, control the district Who want them chickens? Grab a flock, you get a lower ticket Hit my trap girl forwards, come and get it Arch your back, wipe that ass, boss it off Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it Left cheek, right cheek, slowly, bend it over Had a stress for data, they don't wanna focus on it Bae, some of that motivation, captivate my focus Arch your back, wipe that ass, boss it off Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it Left cheek, right cheek, slowly, bend it over Had a stress for data, they don't wanna focus on it Meet me by the shop, the eagles dropping in fifteen minutes Hit my jacket, he pick up, he like: What up, lil' nigga? You by the shop? He like: Yeah, I'm just chilling Open the fence, look the garage, I'm about to pull up in it He checked the camera when I land and meet me outside with it Park the Porsche by the Lambo truck, right on side the Bentley Jump in the Honda, I be solo when I handle business Secret rooms, money counters, metal boxes, blenders Floor safes, buco blickers, quick with drums and switches Secret compartments, ten apartments, money to the ceiling Reefer trailers, track the trailers, back of 18-wheelers Decent mechanics and logistics for the trucking business Immigrant construction workers, new construction business I just built a house in Texas with a tunnel in it Puedo ir a México from the tunnel entrance You don't speak Spanish? Make it closer, you can comprehend it I can go to México from the tunnel entrance Lil' bitty bitch can't hurt my feelings, I got tunnel vision All that shit I said, big brother probably wanna kill me He say I talk too reckless in a song, I'm too descriptive You niggas outdated, still trapping out of rentals I'm a general for real, nigga, get up with me Damn, they guarantee that every shipment get delivered That's the old way, we don't put 'em in the vendor I got the new way and I can get up in there with it I can get up in there with it Fuck, I had to turn off, babe, bitch, ayy, get in now!