Intro:
Yeah, nah, nah I'm not tapping out yet. Haha. How much did I do, like six shots? Sheesh. 5th of Henny love haha

Verse 1 (Veno Da Don):
Bitch I'm sick and tired of these n***as sleeping on me
Feeling dead once again like they sent the reaper on me
Fake shit is for the birds, I can tell that he's a phony
I'm a go out out like a thug, got me feeling like I'm Tony like buh buh bow
Shit going down
Rappers be ashamed, so they don't rep my town
Pussy n***a be afraid, I'm spitting like a 50 cal, yeah I keep a drum beside me
You can get a hundred rounds. Ain't no hoe in my blood, bitch I'll die for it
Bitch don't hit me with that shit, I got no time for it
Rocking Toms, cuz we couldn't afford Tom Ford
And now a n***a blowing up like it's pop corn
Drop that, pop that, bang that shit
Took a long time just to play my shit. I do what i want, so they hate on this
N***as wanna get rich, but won't take no risk
Ugh, n***as sounding stupid, fuck it I'm a do it
People thought I couldn't do it, had to prove it, had to keep it moving
True. Before I loose it, choppa loaded, come and try me l'm a shoot it
Woo, bitch get back I'm a king though. Woo, "Sorry Not Sober" fuck lean though
Woo, I'm a call ya hoe to come fuck my crew
Pull up in a drop top, had to cut my roof
You rappers fried, catch up to me
My kids in her mouth, she got custody. My flow is H.I.V., without a condom. In other words, you can't fuck with me
I got the game on lock like Marley. She ride the D like she on a Harley. I like to uh, and she like to party
No Heart, its the fucking hierarchy. V Da Don n***a



Chorus:

Lotta people make moves
Is they fuckin with the right ones
Yeah
Lotta people pay dues
Did they do it for the right ones
Lotta people got crews
Is they fuckin with the right ones
Yeah
Lotta people can't choose
So they lookin for the right ones
Yeah



Verse 2 (Double A):
Bitch I went from dusty kicks to must be rich but nah
This shit cost me less ain't break the law
Yes I must confess I made the call to address all my finesse I'm made to ball
Yo shit flexin once and barely function. My shit doesn't come with much instruction and yes I learned my sway from pops and that's it
No you wasn't fuckin with my last hit but that's okay you wasn't with the team
You been switchin sides and yes I seen
Hype is all you on like that supreme so unless you down to ride then don't convene
'Less you in my phone don't hit my line
Yes I hear yo shit and hit decline
Press is sayin that I'm next in line for a check but that's expected, check the time
When I get that ride off in a benz coupe I could give a fuck about a friend group. I been learnin how to not fit in
Ride with y'all I'd rather not get in. Got some big shit comin in the works all summer
Grindin but I haven't been to work all summer
Rappin shit and givin y'all the work all summer. Got the tommy when I cruise, I'm the young top gunner, I'm a hunnid degrees
Y'all been duckin the cheese
Ain't no subbin when I'm winnin I go buck with a lead
Me and Veno out the gate and now we runnin the league. It's Naptown shit, haters steady suckin my seed
But I'm home bitch
Yeah, yeah, okay now I'm home bitch
Yeah, yeah. Me & Veno, now we home bitch
Yeah, yeah. Sorry, not sober
Yeah, I said, man I'm sorry, not sober


Outro:
Do it for the right ones
Yeah
Did I-
Did I do it for the-
Do it for the right ones
Did I do it for the-
Do it for the right ones