I ain't gon' lie, this shit like the game, nigga (Yeah, bitch)
Niggas gettin' cooked
'Cept you niggas gettin' cooked in real life, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Fuckin' with us
If you break it down, that shit really a game for real, huh (On God)
Niggas where they at cause they ain't really train for real
You wasn't on that block with me, you ain't gang for real
And if you was, you know that dirty dude, that was stainless steel (Hah)
Smoke session for a couple thousand, I'm gettin' paid to chill
Told her, "You can come over my house, but you ain't stayin' there" (Girl)
Baby E just came lamb chop, bro, he ain't playin' fair
I'll pop a nigga broad day and leave him layin' there
I'll pop a nigga broad day and do it with no ski (Huh)
Nigga said he ain't mean to say it like that, then tell me what you mean
I like when bitches call my phone like, "Baby, what you eat?" (Come on)
I ain't even thinkin' 'bout no food, bruh, I been gettin' cheese
Told gang to stay smooth on that road, he say he goin' east (Bitch)
Lil' ho keep tryna push me back, she said, "You goin' deep"
Just got a Glock for half a P
Don't kill him, but leave him braindead, bruh, that's a half a B
If I tell all the fast dudes to pull up, we ain't gon' have no street
We must've just got out of jail or somethin' if we ain't have no heat
Where the fuck the Trackhawk? 'Cause we ain't have no Jeep
Don't tell a nigga to step on me 'cause he ain't gon' have no feet
The fans keep on askin' like, "When Rio comin' home?"
I be playin' that shit crazy, I'm like, "We don't even know" (I don't know)
I should buy a tennis chain, a couple features on the floor
I don't want your bitch for real, but I might keep her 'cause she cold
She a freak, Keyshia Cole, huh (On God)
Every time that bitch ring, got the heater at the door
I just left the state twice, my OP ain't even know, my PO ain't even know (Fuck)
I'm still rollin' with the pole
Bitch, I'm from the ghetto, you might catch me rollin' in the store (Bitch)
They wanna take it to the 'net until I'm trollin' on the post
Don't gotta say that you a bitch, bruh, I can show that you a ho (Know)
I told her, "In order us to work, you gotta know to play your role" (Alright)
He actin' weird in public 'cause he know I hit his ho (Yop)
Milwaukee show me love, so you know I did a show (Love)
How the fuck I pop out without throwin' that shit on?
The love be fake for real, but I'm knowin' that shit, though (That shit fake)
She said, "You ain't even called me just to make sure that I ate"
We finna get to pressin' niggas 'cause we don't know who else to blame
I ain't gon' lie, stay in the crib this summer 'cause this shit ain't safe
I wish I could move the way I used to move, but I can't
Yeah
So much shit done changed in the last couple years
I can't even move the way I used to move
Shit crazy
That more money, more problems shit for real
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