(Verse 1)
Fuck that why is we talking if it ain't about the paper
Famous just hit my line he said he just finessed his major
Middle fingers to you bitches, yea it's fuck all of the haters
Ain't shipping bitch we clutching on them cutters like a razor
Free Smooth that bitch was crazy he was clutching on his tazor
Can't hide when I'm lurking bitch this .40 got a lazer
Ain't tryna hit yo stomach bitch I'm aiming at yo taper
Right now I'm on some boss shit, call plays like a Raider
Remember we was hurting tryna see what we gon eat
Ain't have no fucking car we had to walk from street to street
Had to take a n***a pistol it wasn't like he was gon squeeze
I did yo ass a favor took some shit that you ain't need
N***as tend to feel gangsta with a tool and smoking weed
Cold world cold heart, so I keep that fucking heat
Big brother hit that fucking lick, and it still feel like a dream
Cause pussy n***as ratted on em, now he stuck doing 15
Just talk to Ruff the other day and he said stay on yo shit
Stay away from pussy n***as, and don't trust a bitch
He say he tryna live good, ain't tryna hit no more licks
But by the time he make it home shit I'll probably be rich
Peep this, every track I'm on you know I eat shit
I'm up next you got two eyes bitch I know you see this
The fuck you thought, you know im raw I ain't the one to beef with
Ain't with that faggot shit but JayDaYoungan strapped with 3 dicks
I got this nina on my side, who tryna feel this pistol
Make me flash up in this bitch, who tryna take a picture
Why you acting, knowing damn well that ain't how you living
They turn they back the main reason I don't fuck with n***as