[Intro]
Ayy, if you don't fuck with us
We don't fuck with you, n***a (That's just what it is)
And that's just what it is (A-ha)
Straight up

[Verse]
I don't mind killin', that's the blood in me (Real talk)
And I been breakin' down bills since a lil' n***a (Come on)
Just got off the phone right now, I know the shit been crazy (Fuck)
Told 'em, "Good lookin' on that rat, n***a, he shouldn't have made it"
And I'ma keep it real, sometime I don't feel like it (At all)
But I got a son, n***a, and I still write 'em
Ask me why I'm talkin' shit like they investigatin'
I know I wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it
All these Percs on me n***a, got my phone ringin'
Bitches shakin' ass, n***as tuned in
Gon' pop a watcher head, n***a, that's a dub pokin'
Five trays full of ones got the club focused
They love a n***a, from the bitches to the club owners
We got alcohol, we got drugs on us
Only trippin' off a *sniff* if a mutt on us
I can't tell you shit but how the hood talk
We got a draw for every problem, bitch, that's wood talk
I'm from the east, n***a, where ain't nothin' grew
But I can still show your bitch how a hundred look
And I can still show your bitch who you been runnin' wit'
You n***as known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit
You n***as into textin, we into runnin' bitches
My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a bitch
We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hundred strips
I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me
Fuck the law, bro, what? All that ain't stoppin' me
I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me
N***as gon' fuck around, become an opp to me
Bitch the whole east say they rock with me
Shout out to Ant Beast, it's time to lock the streets
Dead before they signed or rich, you know I rock with Meech
This is for your honor, free my brother Skeet
This one for my mama, boy, I'm worth a hundred Gs
Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred beans
Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred bowls
Bitch, I'm on parole, still keep a hundred close
Two hundred on the dash, I be on the go
Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes
Mind clear for us, them our only copes
Bitches stare at us like we they only hope
Beans in the Sprite, that's the only dope
Beans get sent off, shit, that's all I know
Ten milli Glocks, all I fuckin' tote
I'm waitin' on you, doggy, that's the only thing I wrote
Finna sign out, hope they let man out
If you don't think I'm totin', n***a, come and find out
Bitch
Lil N***a
Ant did the track