[Intro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh
C’mon, c’mon
It’s the bizzy mix
Yeah
C’mon, c’mon
[Chorus]
Ay, these niggas really don’t live what they talk about
Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down (Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down)
I know you stay at yo’ momma house
We sat outside with some dope and we stalked it out (Stalked it out)
You suckin’ or fuckin’, no chillin’ in here
Baby, I ain’t yo’ nigga, no feelings in here (I ain’t yo’ nigga)
Only real niggas, we really in here
Try to play and you might lose yo ceilin’ in here (Might lose yo' top, nigga)
[Verse 1]
Ay, he tried to play ‘cause he think I’m a artist
Let him go, with this move, this 6.2 get to sparkin’
Come to this block with this whip, I’ma park it
Ay, fuck the opps, we on they ass like some Charmin (Fuck the opps, nigga)
Told her she can get right or get left like Harden
Jump of the ropes, Jeff Hardy (Jeff Hardy)
Ass so fat, comin’ back like karma
Ay, we got the lo’ so I’m tryna push up on ‘em (Tryna push up on 'em)
Ay, we got four different Gens in this coupe, like, “Fuck it” (Like, fuck it)
I spot a opp and let’s hoop (Uh)
Love for DA, he’ll hang out the roof (Love for DA)
Ay, long story short, see my man, I pursuit (Boom)
Ain’t tryna let niggas breathe, turn off the machine
Ay, I’m tryna make niggas bleed (Ay, I’m tryna make niggas bleed)
Bizzy, I’m what a hoe need, she know I keep it P
I just might buy you some’ to eat (I just might buy you some’ to eat)
It done got hot than a bitch, I done took off my shirt ‘cause lil’ bro done turned on the heat (I'm hot than a bitch)
I’m in the O-Lone and look it, the tanks on E, but I’m still tryna creep on the streets (I’m still tryna creep on the streets)
And I done been up for a week, don't care what they do, but they need to still free 3
Ay, they don't be out on the G
Ay, stop at the Alon, I'm finna get some' to eat
And it got a scope with a beam, bro left 'em deceased, hop out and clear the whole street (Ay, ay, ay) (Uh)
Did I mention the chop got a beam
Told my bitch to "Chillout", why she acting so mean? (Uh, uh, uh)
Ay, light, camera, action, scene (Uh)
Bro tryna pop out and spray like sheen (Uh, uh, uh)
He a fan, tryna ask for a feat'
So I told 'em, "Come around", he got bucked for his jeans (Ay, uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Ay, these niggas really don’t live what they talk about
Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down (Ay, hop out the V, nigga)
I know you stay at yo’ momma house
We sat outside with some dope and we stalked it out (We stalked it out)
You suckin’ or fuckin’, no chillin’ in here
Baby, I ain’t yo’ nigga, no feelings in here (Baby, I ain’t yo’ nigga)
Only real niggas, we really in here
Try to play and you might lose yo ceilin’ in here
[Verse 2]
Uh, baby, come here, tryna dick some' down
Me and Dee in the 6 tryna blick some' down (We tryna blick some' down)
You try to run, bullets trip some' down
Really ain't tryna talk, tryna switch some' down (Ay, switch up)
Brodie, just switch up the crowd (Uh)
We told them niggas, "Get down" (Uh) (Ay, get down)
Bizzy come through, make it loud (Uh)
I told lil' Trent, "Just chill", 'cause he tryna switch up the crowd (Uh, uh, uh)
Three hoes in the 'bnb, they tryna fuck me, they gettin' wild
I told 'em "Chill", I'm off the 'Migos, I'm mixin' the XO, shrooms, in the Wock' (I'm high than a bitch)
I told him--- (Uh), I told him, "Vibe"
Call brodie, YSL, pop out, get hot (Uh, uh)
I told them niggas, they not it (Oohwee)
They better--- (Uh), stop it
[Chorus]
Ay, these niggas really don’t live what they talk about
Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down (Ay, hop out the V, nigga)
I know you stay at yo’ momma house
We sat outside with some dope and we stalked it out (And we stalked it out)
You suckin’ or fuckin’, no chillin’ in here
Baby, I ain’t yo’ nigga, no feelings in here (Baby, I ain’t yo’ nigga, uh)
Only real niggas, we really in here
Try to play and you might lose yo ceilin’ in here (You might lose yo' top, nigga)
