[Intro]
I ain't got no rap for you n***as
Phat Geez, Why Not thru the bloodline let's get it

[Verse 1]
Fuck them bitches we just want the money
When you broke they treat you like you funny
I done seen a lot of n***as change
Get some change they start acting funny
I done seen a lot of n***as fold
How you hang with homie if he told?
He ain't pull the trigga lil n***a froze
We them ones runnin' round with them poles
Member all them hoes I expose?
Bitches still fuckin' Lord knows
We the type never share clothes
Different swag, different wardrobes

[Interlude]
These n***as know the memo
They keep on hatin' while we countin this mothafuckin' paper
We them mothafuckin' youngins' that all them oldheads look up to
We gettin' this mothafuckin' money out here, n***a
We ain't doin' no fraudin'

[Verse 2]
You n***as ain't real, we gettin' money like we got a deal
They cross that line then they see how it feel
We gettin' high off the weed and the pills, right
We up in the field
Youngin' hug the block, just like Shaquille
It's kill or be killed, finger on the trigger I let it peel
Woah, you bitches don't know me
When I'm on the Laker feel like I'm Kobe
Drop the top like Ginobili
All them clowns around you look like a circus
You n***as ain't focused, n***as riding waves
See where it's goin', these bitches be hoing
Think she on the low but my n***as knowin'
It's lookin' like I got a stylist
Flying my bitch out the island
Young n***a fly as a pilot (young n***a, what?)
Watch out the coppers still watchin', watch out the coppers still watchin'
Stacked up with 30's for n***as who plottin'
Put my name up in a rap then you dying
Ain't gettin' money them n***as be lying
Probably somewhere in the hill, I'm chasin' a mil
Bitches be fuckin' forreal, bitches be fuckin' for pills
We go to war with the steel, shootin' shit act like I'm Bill
N***as act shady when its coming down to the bill
We them youngin's runnin' round with them drills, we them youngin's runnin' round with them drills, woah

[Bridge]
We them youngin's runnin' round with them drills, we them youngin's runnin' round with them drills
Act up n***a you gone really get killed, act up n***a you gone really get killed
I can tell you ain't really in the field, I can tell you ain't really in the field
Act up n***a you gone really get killed

[Verse 3]
You the type n***a pop shit in your tweet
I'm the type n***a pop up with the heat
Ain't bout no 'fetti we don't call it beef
Servin' the shit that they put on the leaf
My n***as hunnid deep up in the Reef
I got them double C's all on my sneaks
Fuck yall forgot what I did to the streets?
Fuck yall forgot what I did to the beat?
White S7, Panda, all black Pana-mera
All these hoes staring, I might fuck her on camera
Flexing 'til them n***as jam ya
Brung them birds from Atlanta, brung them birds from Atlanta
Tell the homie bring the quarter back, no scramble, woah!

[Outro]
We fuckin' that work up (young n***a x3)
Yeah, young n***a fuckin' that work up
Selling dope, scramble, White S7 Panda, all black Pana-mera
All these hoes, staring
Sellling dope, scramble, selling dope scramble
White S7, Panda, all black Pana-mera
All these hoes, they staring, all these hoes staring