[Intro]
Y'all making this shit more serious than what it need to be
Dough. Quit playing with me

[Verse 1]
New n***as hatin', wait, I know what's wrong now
Watch cost a restaurant
Pinky ring a condo
Better hand cuff her cause we're taking n***as bitches
Choppers snappin' like we tryin to take you n***as pitches
The dealer shit keep whipping with me like a slave master
You kill that n***a now, you get paid after
Not only I told n***as I show n***as
How to purposely shit on gold diggers is you absolute n***a
I bought you round rose sippers
I don't do too much talking, I smoke n***as
Yeah, welcome to the land of the lost
It was they block, but we ran them n***as off
It was his bitch till that pinner in my Porsche pulled up
Like oh, forget that broke n***a, fuck
I like to play but nowadays I mostly coach n***as
Don't speak no beef under the rug we approach n***as like what?

[Verse 2]
Hey hey, what you said Lord n***a?
For less then that people end up dead Lil n***a
Streets wanna know if you really getting paper
Uh baby mother you're fuckin with hotel you take her
If you don't keep with a hundred, streets wanna know that
Run you out your on hood, n***a you can't go back
My name ain't on papers my n***a I ain't no rat
Money too bigger, my pocket I can't fold that
Uh nite time shooter out n***as bustin teks
They credit cards scamin or their bustin checks
We killed them in the hood like what the fuck is next
He make me sure we eat, so show the plug respect
And them n***as you look up to their look up to me
Probably the only rapper that show you how to cook up a key
Disco's out to doughs that you choose to use disrespect through views
On a real n***a like me
I'm getting money saluted if you feel just like me
Say what's up if you trying to make a few mills just like me, yeah
Streets wanna know n***a
Streets wanna know n***a