[Intro]
Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
It's recording?
Yeah
Aight, it's on
[Verse]
Huh, told Reuel that I'm done playing
I ain't conversating with no
Yeah, I ain't conversating with no opps, let my gun say it
She don't gotta say she love me, she just let her tongue say it
Toting sticks on the West, yeah, we guns blazing
I could put 'em down and beat yo ass, boy, these ones dangerous
Brokest niggas in the room be the ones hating
Funny how the chop got some balls but you the ones dangling
Run up on they necks, run up my bag, I just can't decide
Never had nexts, we up now, we can't wait in line
If you ain't SB, you ain't slatt, only hang with slime
If you ain't my bitch, fall back, only hang with mines
All I know is punch, scam, grandmothers, swipe cards
Fuck drip, I done seen more splash than a lifeguard
You cannot take the sack off me, I'm a right guard
In the 'Cat playing with her kitty with my right arm
You beat the fuck out the keyboard, what it do to you?
Marching band with me, turn his block to a musical
Only want you from the neck up, bitch, I'm using you
Fix a broke nigga right up, what the tool'll do
We'll spin around a opp block like a hula hoop
Nah, for real, make the chop go doo-doo-doo-doo
I can only ball with my gang, we don't hoop with you
I can fuck hoes off my name, what the music do
At the Coney, chicken pita, chicken in my fanny pack
I can throw some chicken in the air and get yo granny wacked
Tripping, throwing chicken out the Phantom, they think Danny back
Rookie of the year but I'm the GOAT, where my Grammy at?
How the fuck I'm flyer than the planes when I'm in LAX?
How the fuck am I a buck and some change when I was made to flex?
How the fuck is these niggas in the game when they ain't made a check?
How the fuck is they speaking on my name when they ain't made it yet?
Dove in the deep, no flippers, all heart
I ain't gon' shoot 'em, fuck around and call Art
Keep the iron close, fuck around and call Stark
Put yo gang in a 'Wood, we'll get 'em all sparked
Yeezy kicks, Adidas pants, I don't play soccer
Mad as fuck at my bitch 'cause she hate lobster
ShittyBoyz, gang-gang, I can't play 'bout 'em
Caught 'em coming out of J. Ale's, knock the steak out 'em
If we catch the opps rolling up, knock a eighth out 'em
If we catch 'em in some Bathing Ape, knock the ape out 'em
She think I got a Bible in my pocket, bitch, it's eight thousand
See you got some young money now, knock the Drake out 'em
Got a X on my back, X on my kicks
Old bitch want me back, ex on my dick
I'm in Saks blowing racks, check on my fit
Hit yo bitch from the back, check on my list
Really in that bag, I might fuck around and suffocate
I'ma punch this, punch that till my knuckles break
Beef could start at 10 PM, we'll get 'em touched today
Air bubble on my McQueens, I could jump to space
Threw the 350s on and I jumped in BAPE
She said, bitch, this just what I made today
Masked up, jugging like a villain, I can't save the day
Show my cadets how to eat, bitch, I'm Major Payne
Playing with her feelings, boohoo, bitch, I want the neck
Walked in the mall with a dub, only want a tech
I want a Porsche Coupe but my bitch want a 'Vette
Shoes cost a band, buddy boy, better watch yo step
Fly as hell, catch me up there where NASA at
TrDee just caught a play and did the Cabbage Patch
Really got a problem, always wasting cash at Saks
Really with some 'rillas, touching me'll get yo ass attacked
Huh, yeah, get yo ass attacked
Really with some 'rillas, touching me'll get yo ass attacked
Huh, touching me'll get yo ass attacked
Threw a bullet at him like Odell, boy, his ass can catch
Gang really balling on the opps, you can ask the ref
If I toss bro the stick, he gon' shoot, that's a pass to step
Y'all niggas ain't allowed on this block, need a pass to step
Exquisite-ass shoes, cost a thousand for my ass to step
[Outro]
Thousand for my ass to step
Thousand
Thousand for my ass to step, bitch
