[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Hmm
Ain't no rules to this shit, huh
We gon' play it how we play it, bitch
I'm from the East, hmm
I'm gon' say it how I say it, huh
Look in my eyes, hmm
Who gon' slide on me?
Who the—
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
You know niggas lied on me
Hmm, huh, the opps tired of me
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
They told me put my gun down, they gon' slide for me
The last nigga talkin' crazy got fired on
[Verse 3: Los]
I'm tryna move a thousand grams, that's what I'm on
Linwood Ave, call it Heroin Ave
'Fore I ever made a song, I was playin' with them slabs
[Verse 4: WB Nutty]
They say they want that raw, well, bitch, here it is (Bitch, here it is)
Stop at CVS 'cause I gotta grab some pills ('Cause I gotta grab some)
Naw, Gerber, naw, motherfucker, I got it all
I can put it in the stash or I can put it in her drawers
[Verse 5: Sada Baby]
I don't whip with fentanyl, I'll Isotol that ass
Hit him with the fake Percs, I'll Tylenol that ass
I couldn't wait to dump your bitch, huh, tired of all that sass
Watch how Skilla dunk this bitch, huh, threw it off the glass, ayy
[Verse 6: Skilla Baby]
We went half on a bag, we go sale for a sale
My uncle in the field, sling bales on the cell
Nigga, keep the car runnin', no, you can't park
I done seen so many bodies dropped at Blaine Park
[Verse 7: Los]
T-shirts, blue jeans, bitch, you don't know Kareem
Motel, mobile home, I ain't leavin' 'til it's gone
Nigga, grab the handheld compressor, let me make the pills (Real talk)
[Verse 8: WB Nutty]
Shit, we can meet 'em at the store, cuz make the sales
Two sacks, one phone, I'll burn a bitch out
Shoot the blow up north and shoot the grits down south
[Verse 9: Sada Baby]
Fell asleep steppin' on it, I done burned down the house
Gotta sell it in town, I done burnt out the route
I wasn't the middleman then, I ain't the middleman now
Used to hop on that 'Hound, really pick it off that ground
[Verse 10: Los]
I used to do a nigga bold, cut the middleman out (Real talk, nigga)
Used to sell them bitches whole, grab a chunk and take it out
Ain't no two days the same, nigga
Except Tuesdays and Thursdays, they raid, nigga
Get your roll on
Dope sales, Daisy Lane, you don't know about it
Teenage custos, I don't see a problem
I don't see the problem
(Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)
[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
The hitman don't talk, this shit ain't right
He'll blow you broad day, but he got stage fright
The brick a name-brand, soft came off-white
A broke nigga talk numbers to you all night
Huh, I ain't got no love for no nigga
If he ain't sold an ounce of dope, nigga
I don't sleep on the pape', stay woke, nigga (Yeah)
You could get off your ass or be broke, nigga
[Verse 12: WB Nutty]
Small drug towns, watch how a nigga kick off
Punky-ass junkies, they don't like it when it's soft
But I'ma deal with 'em, they gon' pay what it cost
Turn one into three, don't give a fuck if you went off
Lean on a junkie in a trailer for some weeks
Countin' all night, it be hard to get some sleep
Twenty people knockin', I ain't even have to meet 'em
441 Daisy Lane, you had to see it to believe it, nigga
[Verse 13: Sada Baby]
Told Nut he had to break them Dickies out
Fuck the judge, I been tryna break my niggas out, huh
Really wanna catch Trump for that eighty-ball
Like any nigga make me dump, they play it wrong, huh
Treat your bitch like topside, hope she take a ten, huh
I mean take a Perc', huh, bet I make a friend
I can turn four bricks to a run if I take it serious
Brodie wanna line up the plug, that's a shortcut
Then set up shop, won't let no nigga short us
That chop retarded, short bus, tear a nigga porch up
Sped to your shit like DoorDash, damn near fucked the Porsche up
We peep all the ho shit, my niggas don't ignore nothin'
[Outro: Los]
Huh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, uh, check me out, bitch
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em
