Brrt, belt, belt, belt, yeah, you bitch-ass nigga
Niggas know what the fuck going on, nigga
Fuck are we even talking about, nigga?
B on the beat and hella shit, that mean this motherfucker a banger, nigga (My nigga B on the beat)
You niggas hating from outside the club, you niggas can't get in, nigga
Fuck all you niggas, nigga, fuck are we talking about, bitch?
Yeah, uh
We don't pick and choose for fun, we get it up with anybody
Told Jamar to calm it down, he sendin' slugs at anybody
He keep callin' 'bout his ho, your bitch bucked, mighty exotic
When the bands touch down, do my dance and get excited
I can't name the last time I was broke and niggas helped
VPD keep tryna hang us, tryna send us to that cell
Stupid nigga, you the victim, ain't no reason to tell
Slide with two baby ARs, I call 'em Cain and Akel
Hit the bitch from the back, I got her fiendin' for real
Guilty by association, spankin' everybody with him
Name a time we see an opp up in that traffic and we ain't get him
Nigga, anyone can get it, ain't no monkeys in the middle
We don't do the internet, we let the trolls keep trollin'
Love his ass to death, backdoor still open
Get the drop up on that one nigga, yep, then I'm on it
We ain't runnin' from no smoke, nigga, show me my opponent
Nigga, fuck the other side, they claimin' other niggas' work
We the side that's really fiendin', we put niggas on that shirt
I ain't addressin' situations, give a fuck what niggas heard
You ain't ready for this shit, if you scared, go to church
Bitch, who really gettin' after it? You can ask around the city
I'm a top hat, so I gotta keep it with me
Money and respect, yeah, got power like I'm 50
Niggas false claimin' B's, he ain't even got a vic'
He tried to leave the streets alone, I'm still knee-deep in her
Threw a button on, now the glee keep glitchin'
I can't love no thottie like that Chief Keef nigga
They ain't fuckin' with the deuce 'cause we street sweep niggas
We the ones who turnt it up, yeah, must I remind niggas?
Still up on the A, on the roof, tryna find niggas
I don't give a fuck about them niggas if they ain't my niggas
If I knew this shit was 'bout some clout, I would've signed niggas
Baggy jeans on, lookin' like a punk rocker
Playin' with that pape', I'll slap the fuck out her
Spin on the clique, we leave niggas slumped 'bout it
Nigga, I don't want your bitch, I just want some funds out her, yeah, yeah (Bitch, I just want some funds out her, yeah)
I just want some funds out her
Nigga playin' with that, uh, we'll slap the fuck (That's on the gang, nigga)
I'll slap the fuck out her
Bitch playin' with that pape', I'll slap the fuck out her, yeah
You know that shit get wicked when you up in that field, yeah
You know that shit get wicked when you up in that field, yeah
Don't ever let no pussy nigga try to play you
I once had love for you, now I hate you
They be tryna watch my life, this ain't cable
Fuckin' with your blood brothers, Cain and Abel
You know that shit get wicked when you up in that field, yeah
You know that shit get wicked when you up in that field, yeah
Don't ever let no pussy nigga try to play you
I once had love for you, now I hate you
They be tryna watch my life, this ain't cable
Fuckin' with your blood brothers, Cain and Abel
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