Yeah, young niggas, but, we gettin' chicken, so they hate the kid
Bad bitch, keep tryna trap me, askin' me to make a kid
Dummy boy for fuckin' with us, death sound like your make a wish
Main hoe, my favorite bitch, snack, but I won't taste the bitch
Beat loud like we bangin' shit, real nigga, I ain't changin' shit
Posted with my brothas, that's who I'm hangin' with
Real steppas got it out the mud, our shoes got stains and shit
And I don't trust a soul, which means that I can't do relationships
Hard for me to sit with none, if I'm broke, I'll get a poppin
Did it once before, I'll do it again, just without the robbin
Niggas like it when you broke, touch a bag, now you the problem
Baby, why you actin' like you leavin' when I got other options
When I got other options, I don't need the rock
Cause I been scorin', let me pass, like Stockton
Niggas out here pussy actin' tough, but then be playin' possum
Bein' real, you niggas shouldn't beef if you got empty pockets
Yeah, young niggas, but, we gettin' chicken, so they hate the kid
Bad bitch, keep tryna trap me, askin' me to make a kid
Dummy boy for fuckin' with us, death sound like your make a wish
Main hoe, my favorite bitch, snack, but I won't taste the bitch
Beat loud like we bangin' shit, real nigga, I ain't changin' shit
Posted with my brothas, that's who I'm hangin' with
Real steppas, got it out the mud, our shoes got stains and shit
And I don't trust a soul, which means that I can't do relationships
Sitting back, smokin' on that Za, it got me high, call it ceiling pack
Sleepy till it's 2055, like the guy who rap
Really, I be beatin' up the pussy, till I hear, finish that
Put her ass to sleep and block her number, I ain't spinnin' back
She been tryna blow my line and stress me, so I'm fallin' back
I don't love the bitch, it's just the pussy that got me callin' back
Send my lil' bro to the store and have that nigga haulin' ass
Real nigga gettin' to the cheese, the big dawg start a pack
Yeah, and you know this, Chris Tucker shit
But nigga, I'm the one who wrote this
Lucki while I'm faded out, feelin' like I'm chosen
Make it hard for me to feel and make it harder just to focus
No matter what, I still got motion
I don't plan on signing deals, but keep my options open
I'm the best one comin' up, tryna make a name like Sosa
Man, this shit just way too easy, keep on goin' when the beat is over
This shit still ain't over, money gettin' longer
By the days, I been gettin' older
Know some niggas ridin' round with K's, but never been a soldier
Movin' slow, gon' get you left behind, yeah, that's the shit I told her
Young niggas, but, we gettin' chicken, so they hate the kid
Bad bitch, keep tryna trap me, askin' me to make a kid
Dummy boy for fuckin' with us, death sound like your make a wish
Main hoe, my favorite bitch, snack, but I won't taste the bitch
Beat loud like we bangin' shit, real nigga, I ain't changin' shit
Posted with my brothas, that's who I'm hangin' with
Real steppers got it out the mud, our shoes got stains and shit
So I don't trust a soul, which means that I can't do relationships
So you know, our shoes got stains and shit