[Intro]Lil' Rece produced it, Lil' Rece produced it[Verse]Niggas asking what I been onOut the way and in yo' bitch of yoursFuck you hoes, it's just me and my bitch 'cause I got sick of whoresGot that call my nigga didn't make it, damn near hit the floorGot the tightest grip up on my kicks, I never slipped beforeBro passed me the Glock and said the play, I bet I get the scoreThey like, "Boy your life so valuable, what do you risk it for?"Bro just hit a lick and up sixteen he tryna hit for moreSorry bae I'm talking to the mic, I had to hit ignoreShe like, "Take a shot for me", the fuck I look like? Drizzy Drake?Pillow talking to the bitch boy you gon' make a big mistakeCaught a case for a hammer that I didn't get to sprayNigga you riding or you not? Pussy nigga pick your fateBrodie giving head shots so we can see what's on your mindWalked in the club with ten hoes but ain't none of these bitches mineCrazy how I barely work, they like, "DaBoii been on his grind"Bullets flying, bet you see them bitches come if you was blindPull off, never speak up on it bitch just know that we up on itNiggas posted, I don't like them, rest in peace to three opponentsHit the gas and hope that shit take me away, I'm Keyshia cole'nSucka free, bitch ask my mama, it ain't much that we condoningOn the block, bitch we patrollingYou the drunk type, we get loadedNiggas dad talk on the net then know what we 'bout be the boldestThe ones that flex a loaf in every pic they take, they be the brokestWhen they asked you for the truth, what you do? The nigga told itThey like, "Who you under?" My own label, bitch I'm signed to meBought the flashlight for the baby chopper, let's play hide and seekBaby bring that ass up over here, there's something I'm trying to seeTryna see if you can ride this dick like how I ride the beatPunk a nigga out them dollar bills, yeah I'm Suge Knight'n niggasYou say you gon' do what when you see me? Hope Mike Tyson wit' 'emWe know them your little sister's shoes and you still tryna fit 'emI don't feel you niggas, never would, wouldn't even try to feel 'emShe like, "What's that little dance you do?" I got all kind of rhythmNiggas MIA when it's a war, but I'm still tryna kill 'emPussy boy you know the consequences if you riding with 'emGot ditched in front of some niggas that I love, can't catch no vibe with niggasWhen it's funk I'm masking up like it's October 31stYou ain't even really like that, you just wrote it in your verseMy nigga Hann Dog on the phone, he like, "You go to switch your words"So God forgive me for my sins, I brought explosives in the churchOn the gang
