[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the tr-)
Fuck wrong with a n***a, man?
You know I'm sayin', n***a trippin'
But he gon' respect something, ya heard me?
(King Trill)
Say, Chop, I'ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna see me down
Full of tabs while I'm ridin' 'round
Catch a n***a slippin' out of bounds
Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds
Used to count me out and now they lost count
I can write a check and make the bank bounce
Got the safe, mother-fuck a bank account
Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?

[Chorus]
I'm the one these n***as hating on
Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real)
Never did a bitch n***a none, don't know why these n***as trippin' (Yeah)
Never let a n***a tip me, stand tall on my tippies
Used to smoke weed, switched up
Now, the X got a n***a trippin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, a n***a with the gang
All you pussy n***as lame
Sneak dissing on them songs
Now that bullshit entertain (For real)
I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane
I don't do it for the fame
Pussy, you should be ashamed!
I know what's up with you, n***a
I never fucked with you, n***a
I would've bust for you, n***a
I put my trust in you, n***a
Now, I can't fuck with you, n***a
Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya
I put a 30 up under my pistol
Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her
But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her

[Bridge]
You a bitch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a n***a steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
You a bitch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a n***a steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
[Chorus]
Why the fuck a n***a hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it (I swear)
Baton Rouge my city (On gang)
Fuck n***a in his feelings
Pussy n***a steady talkin' down, why a n***a sneak dissing?
(Fuck him)
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a n***a be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it

[Verse 3]
Boy, I'm still in the streets with it (For real)
Watch a n***a be missing (On God)
Soon as a n***a make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'
Yeah, TBG did it
Yeah, Double-G did it
On the 'Gram like you really with it
Look at Lil One, he trippin'
I remember Three, n***a
Yeah, you remember me, n***a
Steady hollering: "YoungBoy was tripping!"
You ain't wanna beef with me
Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up
You can't pay a n***a to come fuck with us
If a n***a try, he gon' bite the dust
He get out of line, I'ma light him up
Killers on my team, streets know
Y'all n***as worse than damn hoes
Play pussy and get exposed
A Hundred on my head, still doing shows
Pull up in the hood solo
I can't fuck with no broke hoe
Without a deal, I'm still signed
Bank account on overload
[Chorus]
Why the fuck a n***a hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
Fuck n***a in his feelings (I swear)
Pussy n***a steady talkin' down, why a n***a sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a n***a be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it