 The seats peanut butter too. The whole gang be doing life if we leave it up to you. Everybody G till they get hit with a hawk. Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork. Had a clientele's list that was big as New York. That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a fork. The butcher, nigga. No bricks in the off-white remover. Them shit see-through, we rockin' for the culture. Bodies on each floor, keep actin' like you know us. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.