[Verse 1: Sneakk]
They ask me, like Sneakk, boy, why you sing a lot?
'Cause to get your girl wet, knock her out her socks
I ain't never been a square, I think outside the box
I beat a n***a ass, he don't want box
Lil Money hit his block, let off hella shots
I ain't gotta do the job, bitch, I got the drop
I been making hella bands, I don't wanna stop
All blue face bills, these are not props
A couple 50's [?] I stacked [?], this [?] light 20
I don't throw no hands, the 40 gon' fight for me
Pocket rocket on my hip, that's the light 40
Po-po [?] diamonds still dancing on me
They know I'm just not no R&B singer, real gangsta ass n***a
Holding up the middle finger, can't help you with shit, bitch, that ain't my job
Don't ask me no questions, no, you can't know why
All these voices in my head, what you really think?
Summertime [?]
I'm tired of [?] Cuban link
I'ma bend her ass over, I'ma break the sink
Baby throw that ass at me, this the major leagues
Big money balling, when a n***a hit the scene
Cookie fucking up my lungs, when I hit the weed
I be smoking on that gas, you be smoking seeds
I get to [?] on these n***as, catch me blacking out
I saved a hundred bands, in the same bank account
I ain't rich yet, [?] my mama [?]
I do it for the gang, bitch, you do it for the clout
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
N***as know about T.O., I'm a shooter n***a
Touch the chain up on my neck, and I'ma shoot a n***a
VVS's on my neck, and these the newe ones, n***a
Send a bullet to his mouth, and leave him toothless, n***a
You know it's [?] and I be wreckless
All this time and all this money I invested
Just to make it to the top, in this music shit
And if a n***a try me, I ain't scared to lose this shit
'Cause I ain't worried 'bout [?] n***a
I ain't scared to pull [?] trigger
'Cause I [?]
[?] leave a n***a headless
Thug life, I'm on my 2Pac shit
[?] got the juice, on my 2Pac shit
[?] n***a in my section, [?]
And my crew drop shit, and we pop our shit
And we'll drop a n***a too
So tell me what you wanna do
N***a, don't talk, make a move
I be [?] with these tools
I can take a n***a bitch, with all these chains on
Let a n***a touch this, I'll leave his brain gone
All my n***as really thuggin', I can't change, na
My brother died, and I've been going through some things, dawg
We see n***as face to face, they don't say shit
Young n***a, I was seventeen with a K clip
Running up broad day, tryna [?] shit
I'm still thuggin', like a n***a never made shit
But I made it all
And me and all my n***as, we gon' ball
You know I'm with the shit, I'm with it all
So if a n***a want smoke, we kill them all, yeah