"UNPLUGGED (Outro)" lyrics

Lil mama is proper
And I don't do well with imposters
I'ma eat her like lobster or Rasta pasta
Iza mobster, Italian driver
For the Maybach
You boyz wouldn't let em drive a Mazda
I'm amazed that
U think u could rap like that
U not fly, plus ya wings don't quite flap-jack
And I'm high
That guy, when I come drive by
My arm hanging out the window
But the gun by my side
And I have to lift it up
Then boom there goes ya mailbox
It's bills everywhere
And extra shells on ya shell tops
Adi-das
My niggas will rob these guys
We only took a fugees like we don't need pras
Chocolate shrooms make me close these eyes
I lay back and start thinking I'm in a Chinese tribe
Got people at my feet tryna seek from the wise
I peep all the lies
Few devils didn't want me to rise
Well tell em that I move mountains
Moving pebbles aside bitch
I glide with a ego and god
Just looked in the mirror like
I'm not surprised
Ha, been in my suite with lots of vibes
Tunes lil brother, shout out Semaj
I smoke Mary tell the rest that they got to oblige
And keep a Mac in my backpack like
School supplies
Foreign bitch blueish eyes
Leave me googly eyed
I just maximized her booty size
Feel in love with her
First time I seen her, lil mama swear she wasn't a dreamer
They say I wanna be like tune
So I went found a Trina
She think she a singer
I Whip out Beamer
All this water round my wrist
Like I witnessed Katrina
We ride Rarri round the city
Like Martin and Gina
But it's Twist and Sabrina
And after this, lil mama gone clean up
After that, she gone call up her team up
Face time concierge, and show em which one to bring up
She walk in, I lay the law like she was subpoenaed
I can rap all night
'Til they close curtains, cut on the lights
Matter fact let me unplug the mic