Yeah
Alright
Alright
Yeah
This is straight run
I'm with four niggas when we slide but we got eight guns
I be chillin' with the realest, you posted with the fake ones
Penthouse on the top floor, I made the bitch shake some
Niggas tryna sit in line, I'll make my niggas take some
Fast car, I never stop at reds cause I'm on go nigga
Dummy boy, askin' stupid questions is you slow nigga
She heard I'm gon' perform, I'll see yo bitch right at the show nigga
I call you niggas bitches cause you niggas be some hoe niggas
Bet I take yo bitch and make yo bitch into my hoe baby
I been throwin' paper, she still want me to throw more baby
You gon' tell her yes, well I'm the type to tell her no baby
Give you what you want but I'ma keep you on your toes baby
Hoodie on, in the function, niggas know I'm so shady
I just want the head, if she get dick then she gon' go crazy
Stackin' every dollar, bring in racks but I need more lately
Opps been M.I.A. up on the net, they must be broke lately
Glock be stuck on switch, I can't be cautious, it don't know safety
Like my bitches redbone, what's a snow bunny, I don't know Tracy
Posted in my city and I won't leave because you won't make me
Caught up with the feds, I heard you snitched, them niggas won't break me
Toot it up, toot that ass up, just don't do it up
I don't drink too much cause when I do it get me booted up
Make a play for 50k, you think a nigga suited up
Waited for this moment man, this shit couldn't even come soon enough
What you mean my dick too big, bitch yo coochie loose enough
I might let you fuck and tell your friends cause that shit's way too much
Told her I'ma slide and send the add, and had her waitin' months
She think I'm a sucker cause I'm ballin' but I would never cuff
Spider hoodie, purple jeans fitted like I'm Marvel
Opps, Larry Fitts, catchin' bullets from the Cardinal
Playin' with your life, now pay the price, no I can't bargain
Eatin' at the table with my niggas while you starvin
Exotic ass, got me cloud nine like a martian
In the field with 299, niggas like a Spartan
Touchin' all them bands up on the net made you a target
Askin' how I got the switch like you ain't heard the market
Yeah, this a straight run
I'm with four niggas when we slide but we got eight guns
Chillin' with the realest, you be posted with the fake ones
Penthouse on the top floor, I made the bitch shake some
Niggas tryna sit in line, I make my niggas take some
Talkin' out your ass, I know you cooked, you must've baked some
Hit you with a hollow, not no pellets, these ain't fake guns
Always cryin' cause you broke, you want some money, take some
Want some money then you better go make it nigga
Niggas on the net, they aint real they really faking nigga