(Verse 2: Yamine)
Better watch these women they dish tickets they catfish (they catfish)
Then you come through dickin, she start trippin now you hit (yeeeeaaaaah)
Yo dumb ass stupid with no cash now you sit (yeah n***a)
Don’t throw no fits, that bitch is sick, but prison’s lit (yeah)
You owe me money n***a, I have no sympathy (you hear me?)
In the pen really hungry, low on comonsary (uh)
You ain’t shit, n***a where’s my rent (rent)
Got couple n***as in ready to get a lick (uh, get a lick)
I got goons that got goons to fire it up with the stick (uh)
This is what happens when it’s set up through a chick (raaarr)
Now your it
All this cash in my pocket n***a I just dropped a bag
Yeah I got the keys
Got all the proof so you can see (yeah hoe)
Violence in these streets everybody got some beef
I’m the homie with the piece tryna bring out the peace

(Man these n***as out here crazy I’m worried about paper )