Yeah, yeah, yeah (See niggas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Niggas start acting different)
Hold on (When they start getting a lil paper in they pocket)
When they start doing different shit, they start acting real goofy
They like damn that nigga Jay so solid, ain't no changing him
When niggas broke then they go straight to crying, ain't no saving him
I go to war about my brothers, bitch don't never play with them
I can't take no nigga serious, who bitch make more pape than him
You can tell that nigga backdoe, I can see the snake in him I can't tell them bout no demos, I can't leave no paper trail
I'm still
Still knocking off these bags hoe
I heard her boyfriend can't even knock off a slab though
How the fuck you running in place, too busy watching me
Yo bitch she always moving her face, talm bout a shopping spree
Now she call me *67, talm bout you blocking me?
She be saying she pay all the bills, when she is not with me
Live up to the shit you selling, quickest way to crash dummy
Whenever you start touching that pape, boy don't act funny
If running short on them lil bills, get a stack from me
Took her out of town, house on the hills with a strap on me
I still
Still fucked her on the balcony
I still
Fuck with niggas who was doubting me
I still
Fuck with niggas who looked out for me
I'm still
The same nigga who move pounds a week
I can't smoke you out lil baby, I still got some plays to make
I'm still moving folks around, I feel you tryna bake a cake
I was in the kitchen whipping, got some shit up on my jay's
Had to put some money up, in case I got to do the race
Stand on business, don't play cool with me
Don't act like that, I tried to chase yo bitch and she pursuing me
She tried to act like she don't fuck with you, thought she was fooling me
He put in all my lingo in his captions, can't be two of me
I'm still
Still pissing niggas off
He standing in the corner holding his glock, I know that nigga soft
I'm still riding round with AB, two deep but we got three chops
We got guns protecting drugs, don't give a fuck about no opps
We can't have no bottle wars with them because them niggas broke
In my booth, we got bitches, bottles and we got that dro
What you gone do?
You gone stunt yo move or you gone fucking blow
Ain't no rules in these fucking streets, you out here on yo own
I still
Still fucked her on the balcony
I still
Fuck with niggas who was doubting me
I still
Fuck with niggas who looked out for me
I'm still
The same nigga who move pounds a week