[Intro: Chef Geech]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll with my niggas, get high with my niggas
Count stacks with my niggas
Look
[Verse 1: Chef Geech]
I'm too built for this shit
I'm too real for this shit
Where you from, who you with?
You'll get killed, talkin' shit
On my side of town
West side, that's the best side
I might set this whole bitch on fire, call me Left-Eye
Takin' niggas spot my first year, I'm Dak Prescott
All this drip make a bitch slip on this wet spot
Gamble with your life tryna ride, bitch, you bet' not
Focus on my hustle, I ain't worried 'bout the next guy
[Verse 2: HBK, Chef Geech]
.40 with the ladder longer than the giant slide
VVSes blind your eyes so don't even try
I call shots when I send 'em, them bullets fly
I make sure [?] on me before they do the homicide
You know Detroit ain't Detroit unless somebody die
I got a bitch from Chicago, she kinda shy
I don't gotta die to put a tear on my mama eye
'Bout to put my city on the map and I ain't gotta rhyme
Now come roll with a nigga
Pimp hoes with a nigga
Real bitches come and get dough with a nigga
Only real niggas spit flows with this nigga
Is he gon' make out the hood?
Man, who knows with this nigga?
Well, I'ma make out the [?], drop [?] in my wood
I been broke a hundred times, wouldn't change it if I could
It's all a game
This shit a lesson, my nigga
Long as I got G-O-D, this shit a blessing, my nigga
You out here stressin', my nigga
Ain't used to eff with my nigga
You turn that negativity into a weapon, my nigga
That's what your mind for, get your grind on
Get your shine on
Bird box, I'ma see a million with a blindfold
(Lil' bitch!)
[Verse 3: HBK, Chef Geech]
Now with my eyes closed, I can tell hundreds and fifties
A lot of hate up in Detroit but I fuck with my city
And if I ever touch a mill', my bro touching it with me
[?] all I got no other choice but fuck with the whitney
Now, I'm the same young nigga from the West side streets
So come and try to test your luck to test my G
That bitch don't wanna fuck me, she wanna sex my piece
Long live my brother, Roc
Get your rest, my G
When me and Kid on the track, this shit like Juan and Blade
Feeling like a don so I'm sippin' Dom today
[?] let these bitches know I ain't got time today
Bitch, there's money to be made, I ain't tryna stay
Ugh! And VIP iced up, where the ballers at?
Your bitch hounding 'bout a pic and an autograph
And put her number in my phone, I gotta call her ass
Hoe like he that nigga with his doggin' ass
I can't buy no bitch no purses while my mama in the hood still hurting
God put me on Earth for a purpose
You don't even know why you alive, boy, you worthless
Bitches buy ass and titties to look perfect
Just to fuck a nigga for a bag but he burned it
Front row at the Knicks game looking thirsty
Photoshop don't mean shit when we in person
Niggas WaveRunners, clout-chasing like they surfing
Sjdb just to be somebody that you not
Boy, you Purpin'
Tryna break the ice but can't even scratch the surface
It ain't who go the fastest, it's about who go the furthest
This a SMART Production, ya bitch!
[Outro: Doughboy Roc]
...might chase it with a lemon
She can be a five star, I dog all women
No lie, I’m quick to dog a bitch, crispy off the jogging fit
I just wanted head from her, got it then changed my number
Rich nigga most likely hoe you
See you in public, I don’t know you
Bitches like some all whites, use her once maybe twice
You know why I’m calling, only call at night, Suge
Playing with these hoes, my nickname Tiger Woods
But I’m honest with them though, Roc straight to the point
Girl, I just want to fuck like I’m fresh out the joint
If I ain't hit yo bitch then Dre did, if Dre hit then Pay did
Stacks over rats after that I’m getting rid of her
Quick to dog a bitch like 50 did Vivica
Y’all ain’t got no hoes, cause y’all niggas purpers
When I’m OT, I send hoes to fuck my workers
