We the ones
We be in the bity
Who they wanna be
Gotta light 10 on me now
This is pocket cheese
I got big racks on me
Seen you wrote a statement
I mean, that boy a big rat homie
I don’t fuck with them
I don’t fuck with him or them
N*** don’t need call me n***
Hoppin’ out these big ass bullets
Hot and bitches scalding n***
N*** wanting rap beef
I don’t rap beef
I just wrap p’s
N*** fuck around I rap the beef

And they got lil YL on this Gucci beat
I want murder mayhem madness
N*** I don’t want the peace
If you’re over 20 without a 20
Get out the the street
We got zaza bags, wholesale
You come and shop with me
Put that money on they head
They spending just like Booker T
Why young n** ready to spend
He even cook em’ like lil B
Careful he use his wrist
He the base god he don’t know the beat
Bitch past the streets, ran back to the old NG
When the bitches see me stop and stare
Wanna spin your block
Bitch I’ll be right there
Damn baby how the fuck you get that all up in your britches
Anyway you stuffing racks up in your shit okay I get it
I got too much motion
You won’t catch me with these city bitches
N** flipping jerseys in their last name like Larsa Pippen
N** bitches, I can’t get with it, don’t even wanna kick it
Made a pretty penny, my family proud, they know i get sticky
N** bitches, they just be talkin
They don’t do no spending
Cause they know this shit right here get wicked
I don’t got no feelings, serving in the bitty
I can’t take no pics with customers
N*** all talk, all noise, call em’ mufflers
Tell these n***, get they trap up, think I’m drunk
Too many shots up in the black truck
N** know I tried to put the switch on the show
I was mad as fuck but I said fuck it it still went and rocked the show
N** know play with me I leave it cold, eskimo
Finna ice my teeth like Johnny Dang just to let you know
And these n*** bitches I just thought I’d let you know
Ready to rock out with any n**** they ain’t in the show