[Intro]
Square made it happen
L. Abner, this shit so muthafuckin' crazy
[Verse]
Took a million out the safe just cause I could, n***a
Bitch I'm real motivation for the hood, n***a
Why it look like I'd stretch sum? Cause I would, n***a
Foenem, they'll strecth sum for me, as they should, n***a
It'll be all types of shootouts if we come in contact
She said she don't like my life
Well bitch, get out my contacts
Foenem took his pipe, got him asking for his gun back
And I keep a shooter with me that's sharper than a thumbtack
Bitch I'm cool with gettin' head, I ain't tryna cuddle
I might bust all on her face and tell a lie like I lovе you
I'm a 6 block trench baby, I come from the strugglе
And we came with number of fully autos, we ain't tryna tussle
We be flippin' blocks and runnin' lights
Put a switch up on that Glock
I hit it once, it shootin' twice
Oh, you one of them type of rappers that be hiding all your ice
Only time I have my ice if when a bitch spend the night
Cause I don't trust these hoes
Miami cuban links, that shit cost your salary
That shit so heavy, when I wear it
I be burnin' calories
That ain't no real drink, fuck you tryna sell to me?
You and your homeboys fuck around and catch a shell a piece
Ran it up without a deal, I did it independent
Took a 100K, put 30 on a pendant
The rest I got to kill you if I tell you how I spent it
Call me Mr. Pink Slip cause ain't none of these cars rented
Freak bitch, she said she want to fuck to some gangsta shit
I don't like them pussy hoes, I like a gangsta bitch
I love the game like I'm Mitch, but I won't go like Mitch
Cause n***as out here dyin' broke, I rather go out rich
They want me to crash out
I know the bank be mad I'm takin' all this cash out
I just bought a whole estate for the stash house
And I ain't even mention I got another stash house
Aye
Bitches lyin' on they pussy sayin' they fucked me
I got certain standards, it's a privelege just to touch me
I be fuckin' this bitch, she told him that we cousins
When whole time I'm dunkin' all in that pussy like I'm Cousins
Aye, I can't trust that n***a, he look like he might wear a wire
Pull that drac' out the trench like I'm Omar off The Wire
You can lose your life quicker than you can lose a lighter
He ain't have a show, but we put him on a flyer
I ain't tryin' to laugh right now, you can't joke with me
I put three-fives in my wood, you can't smoke with me
I don't need no bitch that think that she controllin' me
You took that bitch overseas, I took her overeast
Hopped in the shower with my blick cause I don't trust shit
I want all the smoke, I get active, I don't duck shit
Who these n***as in here, I'm like, "Fuck it"
Bitch, I'm clutchin'
And who these bitches in here, which one of them fuckin'?
My n***as they switched up, but they ain't change on me
N***a, you will die reachin' for this chain on me
Run him down close range, I might get a stain on me
I might get a stain on me, I might get his brains on me
Bah!