| Clutchin' on the Glock like I wish he would |
| You ain’t gotta trip, you know we good |
| Ran it up straight out the mud |
| Fuck around and spend 10 bands on a rug |
| Just to make her feet feel good |
| Long as she make me feel good |
| I ain’t worry 'bout no nigga |
| Watch me count my figures |
| I don’t want him 'round, he ain’t livin' by the code |
| I don’t wanna meet up where he chose |
| Niggas be gossipin' more than these hoes |
| Everything white, I don’t really like gold, basic |
| Pull up in a new Benz, racin' |
| Smokin' some shit, exotic, faded |
| He don’t want to give it up, good, take it |
| Heard he want five for the drop, paid it |
| Real niggas don’t come around often |
| Smoke more weed than a garden |
| Nigga thought he slid, we parked it |
| Niggas ain’t make it no farther |
| Ran my shit way up |
| Extortion, nigga, pay up |
| Clip too long, can’t tuck |
| Nigga get too close, get touched |
| I ain’t gon' say who said it, but I heard you like it rough |
| All that commenting he did, but I know that you ain’t tough |
| Your nigga broke and can’t get fixed, baby, so wassup? |
| Caught a nigga with his kid, boy, ya runnin' out of luck |
| Now if I catch your ass again, that’s your ass, yeah |
| I could tell it was some friction from the past, yeah |
| Ooh, that Michael Jackson got you thinkin' that ya bad, yeah |
| Cut the head off the snake and left that body in a trashcan (Yeah, yeah) |
| And I been that nigga, why ya cappin'? (Yeah, yeah) |
| Roll up zombie, ooh, I think we got some action (Yeah, yeah) |
| Doing 100 on the freeway, I’m smashin' (Yeah) |
| Only take a shot to put a nigga in a casket, yeah |
| Niggas thinkin' that we playin', ain’t heard nothin' that they sayin' |
| Glock on me, in my pants, |
| ass pants and it came from Japan |
| Still a leave a lil' nigga where he stand just for thinking this a game with me |
| Went and put a bigger |
| on my neck just so they could see |
| I ain’t that nigga to fuck with, nerves too bad, I bust quick |
| Tired of sayin' they my brother on some fuck shit |
| Nigga, I just put a new chain on my neck and I won’t touch it |
| Chopper bullets get to flyin', boy, I hope that you could run quick |
| Clutchin' on the Glock like I wish he would |
| You ain’t gotta trip, you know we good |
| Ran it up straight out the mud |
| Fuck around and spend 10 bands on a rug |
| Just to make her feet feel good |
| Long as she make me feel good |
| I ain’t worry 'bout no nigga |
| Watch me count my figures |
| I don’t want him 'round, he ain’t livin' by the code |
| I don’t wanna meet up where he chose |
| Niggas be gossipin' more than these hoes |
| Everything white, I don’t really like gold, basic |
| Pull up in a new Benz, racin' |
| Smokin' some shit, exotic, faded |
| He don’t want to give it up, good, take it |
| Heard he want five for the drop, paid it |
| I don’t want him 'round, he ain’t livin' by the code |
| I don’t wanna meet up where he chose |
| Niggas be gossipin' more than these hoes |
| Everything white, I don’t really like gold, basic |
| Pull up in a new Benz, racin' |
| Smokin' some shit, exotic, faded |
| He don’t want to give it up, good, take it |
| Heard he want five for the drop, paid it |