[Hook: Anthony 1999]Real crib coppin’, money poppin’Gettin’ to the rack ass niggaAll this clout, fans, stans, bandsI ain’t gotta pay no killerThey do it for freeGot rid of geeks and brought in the freaksThey ask for the boss, they sending in meWe knockin’ em’ off, OG with the beepShorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key[Verse: Anthony 1999]You talk about it, but never go through with itMy bitch she thick, but I hate the foolishnessThis nigga broke, like “what I’ma do with this?”Throw me that ass!, I know what to do with itHammer and nailsMy niggas be bootin’ itGivin’ em hell, these niggas ain’t doing itThe choppa Adele, it’s singingWe true to thisRap shit is my bitch, in bed I be spooning itUhMounted up (Yea, bitch!)Say my name on stage, it get em’ rounded up(rounded up!)Banging Heinz, bloods, crips, around with us(crip, crip!)Pick your poison nigga, FN rounds from usAll these bitches stuck up (facts!)I’m a muthafucka (bitch!)I speak facts, niggas whackAll these niggas sucka’s (yea!)All these bitches love usWe don’t talk on covers (nah)99’ got a 9Bust a nigga mother[Hook: Anthony 1999]Real crib coppin’, money poppin’Gettin’ to the rack ass niggaAll this clout, fans, stans, bandsI ain’t gotta pay no killerThey do it for freeGot rid of geeks and brought in the freaksThey ask for the boss, they sending in meWe knockin’ em’ off, OG with the beepShorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key[Verse: Suskingbrad]Bad lil bitchSuck me up with the roof downBad lil bitchSuck me up with no tooth nowIf a nigga runnin’ that's a muthafuckin’ man downNiggas totin’ weapons, bet I make a nigga stand downNut on her face, that's why all these bitches love meAnd she call me Brad when I put it in her tummyNiggas acting stupid, I will turn yo ass to mummyCatch me feeling booted when I pull up to the functionFuck on yo bitch!For a bag and a day tripThese niggas look boring, boy you look like a Jake, bitchShould I drive the foreign when we pull up to the lake?, bitchMade her throw it back but I told her I can't claim it[Hook: Anthony 1999]Real crib coppin’, money poppin’Gettin’ to the rack ass niggaAll this clout, fans, stans, bandsI ain’t gotta pay no killerThey do it for freeGot rid of geeks and brought in the freaksThey ask for the boss, they sending in meWe knockin’ em’ off, OG with the beepShorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key
