Right in the cut and I'm sending them he mob
Don't talk the broke niggas, don't got a job
You be flashinng that shit and you finna get robbed
Niggas said that they hard but they coming from Cobb
If i send an assist then I'm throwing the lob
If im sending them bullets, you better not run
We be smoking that rich and you come by the ton Not knowing I'm like the brunettes or the blonde
How you like toting, not even your gun
Got a chopper it's singing, it's singing that note
If i got a few racks, put this shit in the coat
You be making that music, you ain't even wrote Talking that shit, we be robbing that shit
I be in that mode, I'm buying all of the sticks
We get what we want, you not stopping the shit
We rich, give a fuck about a bitch huh
I got a .45 sitting right out of my jeans
You saying you loyal, you really ain't real the other hoes, that's ask why I'm mean
I'm sipping on walk and I'm sipping on tris I move like zombie or fiend
The niggas gon' try to come press, but we handle the rest you know that shit green
Niggas gon' handle the flat
You trying the mob, you not coming back
I'm coming with sticks, I'm never gon' lack
You say that you hard, can't handle the pack
I'm knowing all of your moves, studying your shit We know them ins and outs
So I had to buy me a blick and it came with a switch
That shit coming straight to your house
How is you jacking that nigga when he ain't on shit
You know that nigga sleep on the couch
We heard that, he turned on his bro
Them niggas got life, but he out So you know he a mouse
I be taking these drugs for the thrill But it caught up too early, so now I can't feel
These niggas gon' stab me in the back when you up and you question yourself on what's real
Huh, nigga, that's not even your kill
Niggas be lying, so just keep it trill
I don't do the sass, I just keep it class
I gotta beam sitting it's right on your ass
Yeah, I got a few racks, that's why the pants sag
I been flying too much, I been getting jet lag
Your hoe is a broken, and you going out sad
Ride the Benz, and you riding in a cab
You said he was bout it, we gon' have to see
He said he gon' push up, he lie, he sending a tweet
The balenci and veterans shit on my feet
She be lying i told her 2 keep it discrete
The bullets gon' come and I don't need rebuttals
My grandma do voodoo, that nigga in trouble
Got extensions and mags, I dont need a muzzle
Threw that bitch a few bands now that bitch tryna cuddle