[Intro]
Uh, aye, bitch, bitch, Mob (JayyOnDaBeat)
Aye I'm on some DMG shit right here
Uh, uh

[Verse]
I don't-I don't fuck with a n***a who fuck with the opps
If we run into him we dropping some shots
Got a mask on my face while I'm cookin' the crack and the tape wasn't ready I'm pushin' it back
Turn his head to a target we pushin' it back
And we spy on the opps ain't no way they could lack
Shit ain't gon' be drop if it's bake in the pack
Get hit by this fifth and I bet he collapse
When I get that ticket I'm buildin' the trap
Used to send it in builders to get off pack
I still can't believe that I grew up to rap
Whatever I'm speakin' this shit gon' be fact
And we fishin' the bend and we slidin' the tires
I up with the Glock see the flash in his eyes
Lil' cap-ass n***as ain't doin' no crimes (Uh)
Got homicide for slangin' that iron (Uh)
That boy tried to rob 'em we punished him tryin'
They get out of check we gon' put 'em in line (Uh)
And you can be great if you give it some time
I kept that shit goin' I knew I would shine
And the real and the fake ain't gon' never combine
Got a fifth for my hip had to swap out the nine
If I go through some shit I ain't goin' out cryin'
If I ever get killed then I'm goin' out firin'
Had to get my respect had to make me a hit
And the crummiest bitches be thinkin' they lit
When I go the show got the glicks in the whip
If they pull on the side point the sticks to the whip
If you fuck up your sack I can give you a zip
And if my n***a fallen I give him a lift
Got way too much beef to be ridin' in Lyfts
If 12 get behind us the [?]
If I call you my dog we lockin' it in
They spin on his circle we boxin' it in
And I gave it a break I ain't stoppin' again I go load up the Drac' and go drop on his men
RPs in the Glock 'fore whenever we spin
Got knicks and the drop get you two for the ten
My n***a just punished a opp, if we run into him again then we scorin' again
They don't listen to game I ain't showin' 'em then
Pull up on me wrong then I'm doin' 'em in
If she don't eat dick I ain't bein' her friend
N***a poke out his chest and I'm blowin' it in
And I stay with the gang I'm DMG n***a
I ain't character rappin' I'm bein' me n***a
Go out with the Mob, I'm treatin' my n***as
A table of shooters I'm feedin' the killers
We gon' put him to rest tryna be a gorilla
They could look in my eyes see the street in a n***a
I know I could die I don't sleep on a n***a
We pull up hop out put the heat on a n***a
I ain't hoppin' no gates tryna creep on a n***a
If you let me get close then I'm leavin' you n***a
And my young n***as rap I believe in them n***a
With these Cartier shades I ain't seein' you n***as
You a bitch and I can't see the G in you n***a
[Outro]
(Uh)
(I just can't see the G in you n***a)
(Just can't see the G in you n***as)
(I just can't see the G in you n***as)