[Intro]
313 Mafia
(Yeah), Yeah
Okay
Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard
Every time, yeah
I be feelin' like- Yeah, n***a

[Verse]
I be feelin' like n***as ain't really want me to win
Here's the bitches who forgot about me on my dick again
N***as ain't gon' ride for they partners, how they scream
You look at the streets- Yeah, okay
You look at the streets different when you saw 'em how I seen
Trappin' out the terrace, my apartment building clean
Police know that we ain't gon'- Yeah (Okay)
Police know that we ain't goin', gotta kill us on the scene
Gun too big for the shorts, I'm in some jeans (Yeah)
Long as it's black or white, I saw me in a- Ah!
Long as it's black or white, you prolly' saw me in a tee
Two warehouses to grow, like Miami, all trees (Trees)
I be cool by myself, leave me with the fiends
And the plug that ain't runnin' out of n-
And a plug that ain't runnin' out of nothin' that I need
Bitch ain't worth shit, I mean she nothin' that I need
Quit talkin' 'bout your paper, quit comparin' it to me
I ain't a pimp, but if she got it, then she sharin' it with me
My plane done took off, it ain't no landin' for me
Our lives do matter, but who's sayin' it for me (Huh?)
Walkin' out the trap, bag bustin' full of beans (Damn)
Bustin' out a sprinter, but was bustin' out a sleeze
Caught my dutches on the drank, these hoes judge how I lean
Mug on my face, Why I fuck? 'Cause her cat mean
Blunt in my mouth, why I puff, this shit canotee
Okay, I heard yo' standards high as shit, but can you handle me?
(Bitch), Yeah, n***a, trip the Volks-
I'ma trip the Volkswagen out, give it wraith seats
Push stars in this bitch for when we can't sleep
N***as prolly' made a lil' dough, but they ain't make me
I know I'm sittin' on a quarter-ounce, n***a 'waste these
If you somebody jealous of this shit, you finna hate me
Told the bitch to give me twenty minutes, only take three
Stash box right under the clock, n***a take beef
I done kept it real so long, you couldn't fake me
Four rings 'one hand, but I played three
You the type to play it like you got it, but I play it cheap
If I got it, I'ma get us out of there, 'cause I don't play sweet
Trackhawk got her cat caught, this not the play, G
Still out here in my hood, we don't play like the celebrities
Pick a n***a up, like a 'fro in the 70s
They always play the audio back, like it's heavenly
Still got 25 hoes, Bill Bellamy (Okay)
Cook a n***a, or get the work cooked, it's a specialty
[Outro]
N***a (N***a)
Yeah
Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard
Cook a n***a, or get the work cooked, it's a specialty