[Intro]
On God
Yea, yea
Y'all n***as know who robbed the city
Don't play with P man
On god
Y'all n***as
On god
On god, stop me when I'm lyin'
On god

[Verse]
You know who robbed the city
You know who shot your partner
You know I'm always strapped
Bitch, you know you don't want no problem
N***a, you know I beat yo ass
You know I fucked your baby momma
You know I ain't got no rap deal
But still walkin' round with a hunnid
These n***as played and I let 'em
I wanted to rob him since I met him
Bitch it's Big Belly Fred
I'm still sick in the head
I took trips for the bread
Most these n***as move like feds
These n***as rappin 'bout bodies
But they never shot nobody
I beat cases like I'm Gotti
I gavе time back for a robbery
Them n***as talk likе they gon' rob me
Yea, over my dead body
Percs got me like a zombie
A double drum on a tommy
N***a play it be a homi(cide)
Them n***as knowin' how I rock
Them n***as broke and ain't got money
How the fuck is they my opps
Don't let this rap shit fool you
I still spin a n***a block
Jump out with 80 on my neck
And get to gunnin' with the chop
My opps linkin' up in groups
Them n***as don't know what to do
Them n***as broke and in cahoots
And when I catch 'em imma shoot
I'm banging crip like uncle Snoop
Pull up and shoot it out the roof
Like, what the fuck you wanna do
N***a, who the fuck you talking to
N***a, I'll let this bitch off in a crowd
N***a, I'll let this bitch off right now
40 on me when I'm on stage
N***a play I blow a fiend down
I was the man then, I'm the man now
You know how many grams I had to hand out
These n***as never sold no drugs
You wanna rob me I feel like no plug
I really got rich without no plug
They say Pap you don't show me no love
I know that bitch be linking opps
I sip more drank than Speaker Knockerz
They gon' fuck around bring the demon out me
I'm tryna stay away from that
I really sold dope and rob 'em
I'm tryna make a way with rap
You ain't never sold heroin so why you always sayin' that
He got shot at the store he ain't never get to make it back
N***as playin with my name like they don't know where my paper at
Talking body after body lil' n***a I'll pay for that
Bitch I'll paint the city red
Put 50 on a n***a head
I stuff a n***a in a spliff
Hit him while he with his bitch
Bitch I'm Big Belly Fred
And I ain't talkin 'bout shit
Auntie caught for the grip
Lil' cuz want a split
Imma show his ass a trick
With that blender I'm legit
I call mister from the west
I need 500 grams compressed
I fucked that bitch with my jeans on
And had my pistol on the dresser
Soon as I nutted bitch I left her
I'm in the kitchen gettin' messy
I scrape the side and get the extra
Auntie tell me this shit pressure
My feet hurt motherfucker
Since a boy I been a stepper
I put that pistol on whoever
Beat that boy like I'm Mayweather
You don't know a n***a better
Soon as he front me imma dead 'em
[Outro]
On god
On god
My real life I can't make nothin' else up
On god