[Chorus]
I don't know about these n***as, but you know I chase a bag or two
You had turned your back on me, you know that I'm so mad at you
N***as try to come back runnin' dick riding, like they believe in you
Look at how I'm drippin' yellow Prada's on like Pikachu
Tell a n***a no one time and watch how he turn selfish on you
I don't even feel bad when he got shot, shoulda kept it on him

[Verse 1]
Yeah I'm hearin' voices like-
I'm hearin' voices like "get it in your bag you know that you could win"
When I shoot I shoot the rim, yeah when I shoot I'm shootin' him we get him smoked like-
Hearing voices like "get it in your bag, yeah O.T. you know you could win"
When I shoot I shoot the rim, yeah when I shoot I'm shootin' him
We givin' smoke like hookah pens
You can't get out once you get in
Redrum its you or them (yeah, redrum its you-)
Spin that block that's one hit-
Spin that block that's one hit, what happened to that tough shit
Pull up in that orange lamb chop, I call it sun kiss
Tap in, what's your budget? You wanna verse? That's fifty hundreds
You know I got plenty money, One day hear that Bentley comin'

[Chorus]
N***as out here hatin'- Uh, huh Uh
N***as out here hatin' on me, like I wasn't supposed to win
I thought you was a gangster? Why you let them n***as hoe you then?
Death before dishonor, that some shit my dad taught me
If you know, you gon' do it again then don't say sorry
Yeah, this street shit washed up, I don't even know what to call it
Bitches ain't gon' never tell you, no, in that Ferrari
Death before dishonor, that some shit my dad taught me
If you know, you gon' do it again then don't say sorry
Bitches ain't gon' never tell you, no, in that Ferrari
Yeah, this street shit washed up, I don't even know what to call it