[Intro]
(MikeMadeThe808s)

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Baby bad, girl, you gotta know your worth
And if they get behind us, she'll tuck it in her purse
I was givin' up on music but I seen it start to work
All my friends turnin' fan, I'ma play like it don't hurt
I gave advice 'cause it ain't too much I could give
These bitches think they n***as, they ain't ever got the kids
My bro just bought a Glock, he tryna trade me for the Sig
They think I signed a deal, every day I do it big
Yeah, every day I do it big
I know them people hot, they really hate to see me live
R.I.P. my pops, he told me do this for my kids
If n***as on that paperwork, then that's just what it is

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Yeah, and I ain't finna play no games
And why you call me brother if you speakin' on my name?
When it was time to go, bitch, we was creepin' with them thangs
I lost a lot of friends, it's really heavy where I am
Yeah, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Do I fuck with n***as? Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Never trust these hoes, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
'Cause that ain't how it go, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
I lost some n***as, we ain't lettin' up
And we ain't aimin' at legs, we shootin' neck and up
They know I'm down for a shootin', they got respect for us
My brother told me he got me and we ain't lettin' up
I heard them n***as was speakin', so they don't fuck with us
Rita sent me to prison 'cause I was fuckin' up
I told the bitch, "You gon' pay me, or, bitch, ain't nuttin' up"
Lil' baby say she gon' pay me, well, bitch, then buckle up
[Chorus: ZayBang]
Baby bad, girl, you gotta know your worth
And if they get behind us, she'll tuck it in her purse
I was givin' up on music but I seen it start to work
All my friends turnin' fan, I'ma play like it don't hurt
I gave advice 'cause it ain't too much I could give
These bitches think they n***as, they ain't ever got the kids
My bro just bought a Glock, he tryna trade me for the Sig
They think I signed a deal, every day I do it big

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
And bitch, you gotta know your worth
These n***as postin' guns, they ain't never made it burst
If you ain't runnin' bands then you playin' on this earth
Them bullets got no name, even kids gettin' hurt
Yeah, and everything ain't what it seem
My brother copped some Glocks, you know one came with a beam
I copped some coke-whites, but I could've went McQueen
These bitches, they don't know me, they still treat me like a king
Told that bitch that's what it is
Hell nah, we ain't on tricks, you can't play me like a kid
He say he brought some loud, n***a, all I see is mid
And I just talked to [?][2:07], he can't do another bid
Yeah, he can't do another bid
Been losin' for so long, n***a, we just tryna live
These n***as turnin' fans, thought these n***as was my kin
I'm tryna make some bands, I don't need another friend
[Chorus: ZayBang]
Baby bad, girl, you gotta know your worth
And if they get behind us, she'll tuck it in her purse
I was givin' up on music but I seen it start to work
All my friends turnin' fan, I'ma play like it don't hurt
I gave advice 'cause it ain't too much I could give
These bitches think they n***as, they ain't ever got the kids
My bro just bought a Glock, he tryna trade me for the Sig
They think I signed a deal, every day I do it big
Yeah, every day I do it big
I know them people hot, they really hate to see me live
R.I.P my pops, he told me do this for my kids
If n***as on that paperwork, then that's just what it is