Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong with these
ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas a still catch a nigga
Cop Raris, I don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a
single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town, no
gun laws
Broke
bitches that talk shit
Now them the
bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in them plain khakis
Smack
bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand
They suckin' dick like it's band camp
Call Web and then call
Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob niggas
Call D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon
But I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas, get a GED
And I tease niggas, make em B.E.G
Got a
money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil Herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I
fuck good
