Uh, Yea Yea yea yea Just to keep the shit a G uh we really running shit/ running to the bag these other niggas be counterfeit/
Demons in my head I’m tryna shake em out/ everybody claiming that they demons til they praying out
Niggas alwyas making up songs ah what they gone do/ nigga what u won’t do Is touch one of us/ nigga try to play wit my slime and get his melon bust/
snakes still moving around we got the grass cut/ don’t let em put a price on yo head and get yo tag phucked/
was young niggas tryna fix these niggas been knew
Punching cause the piece still hitting without the clung fu
She a bad lil bitch but I don’t need her
Imma hit her off this shirt I’m a wife beater
Oops I mean white beater that’s the lean in me
Got a pocket full of salad so it’s green in me
My own mans switched on me I done seen envy
No westbrook but I’m equipped wit a rocket
Young dog a cold heart he ain’t gone think when he pop it
Hit the road 1 CP And stack it up for the summer
Hit the club like CP cause we be making it thunder
Niggas just money don’t really know nothing
Belly Keep a stick up he tryna blow something
Baby Girl seen the team she tryna blow
Walk a nigga down but for that cheese we the road runners
they be asking where I been I say what u know
my niggas ball without the ref and still ah let it blow
man I took a lot of L’s you wasn’t made for that you better watch it wit my name I’ll get u slated for that
still hit the road like the judge ain’t cooking niggas
pocket rocket for u pocket watching little niggas
AY we been at it since leap frog my niggas play D and shoot like it’s BBall
they say all money ain’t good money I got it on my own niggas hating on me put a nigga under try to take it from me i gotta keep
It coming niggas running from it they say all money ain’t good money I got it on my own niggas Hattin on mé can’t play me like ah got that oven on me bitch use to hoe me now they waiting on me