[Intro]
(Look out, Veno)
Steppin'
Shit on me, ten links on, probably a mill' on me
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Pull the curtains down on the Maybach, n***as hate that
Suitcase full of eight straps, I used to take straps

[Chorus]
They say that n***a ain't a rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these n***as ain't that, they just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some shit can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill somethin', then why the fuck you totin'?
A lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote
She love that I don't give a fuck, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin', "Dugg, you spoil me," before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my shit cold
One time for the real n***as who ain't never told

[Verse]
Jump back down, bitch, we off that clown shit
Skinny brown petite thing want me to pound shit
Everything true blue when I'm in town, bitch
Still yellin' "R.I.P. Scoot," I really miss you
Cutty on some new shoes, fiberglass Dugg
Draggin' down Wilshere, I'm all in Spazz hood
I ain't gotta check shit, I know that bag good
Raise your hand if you a bitch, that's what she had Dugg
Shoutout to my last wood, come get your ass whooped
Everything fast too, shoutout my last two
Still holdin' for the H, I wish we had Drew
I'm still holdin' for the G, I wish we had Wild
Still holdin' for the Hawks, I'm in my bag now
Them poles used to kill sixes, they killin' fives now
Quit tellin' n***as I been trippin', I'm on my P's and Q's
Dre keep fallin' 'sleep on me, I think he need some juice
Say, I don't need no AutoTune, just bring me all the blues
Young And Turnt the label, n***a, that shit that's comin' soon
How you think you made it, n***a? Like, you can fuck with me
Val, Tameka and Shanique, they got a truck a piece
Lou, your nephew gettin' big and you got another niece
They don't know that shit you did, fuck that n***a, rest in peace
Just got word that youngin in there with a thug
I put five on him, but they gon' do it on the love
Ten secure packs, a whole gallon of some spud
That's a tip, n***a, you lil' bitch n***a
[Chorus]
They say that n***a ain't a rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these n***as ain't that, they just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some shit can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill somethin', then why the fuck you totin'?
A lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote
She love that I don't give a fuck, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin', "Dugg, you spoil me," before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my shit cold
One time for the real n***as who ain't never told

[Outro]
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)