[Intro: FBG Duck]
(Jay Storm)
Heh?
Most of these n***as try to play hard, but they pussy
Boy, these n***as know they pussy
Most of these n***as think they pros, but they rookies
Ooh, turn up
(Jay Storm)
I told them bitches I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (Hahahahaha, skrrt, I'm not)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the mill', I'm sorry
Ooh, gang, turn up

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Bitch, I'm a pro in the game and most of these n***as is rookies (Bitch)
Most of them try to play hard, but some of 'em should have a pussy (Ooh)
I don't do this shit for me, I do this shit for the fam (Let's get it)
I just be keepin' it real 'cause real n***a just who I am (Ah, damn)
I be tellin' these bitches that I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (No, no)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the millions, I'm sorry (Damn)
Try to play me, the shootеr come shoot up the building, I'm sorry (Brrt)
Bullets start flyin', now you hidin' your childrеn, I'm sorry (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Bundlez & FBG Duck]
Diamonds flashin' like polaroids, got hella bands in my [?] (Bands)
Bitch, these is Trues, [?] is true, everything I got more than you (Goddamn)
Burn the dope like some motor oil, jettin' on bitches, I know that it's [?] you (Squad)
Frontin' your move, you and your dudes, why you go overboard? (Ooh)
Ridin' in foreigns and [?] them foreigns, my life on a [?] cruise (Ooh)
Lettin' off shots, poppin' at opps, now his ass see-through
I been trappin' back in the day, I would sell dope with no hope, man, I had no way
Now all I do is ball, MVP, I'm [?] first place (Goof'-ass)
She all on my dick 'cause of Duck, that bitch, she so popped, she so strung (Gang)
Everything we in designer, you know that designer on us (Designer)
Call up my hitters for missions, light this bitch up like it's Christmas (Brrt)
I'm ballin', they say that I'm gifted, tell the bitch "No," I just get it (I get it)
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Bitch, I'm a pro in the game and most of these n***as is rookies (Bitch)
Most of them try to play hard, but some of 'em should have a pussy (Ooh)
I don't do this shit for me, I do this shit for the fam (Let's get it)
I just be keepin' it real 'cause real n***a just who I am (Ah, damn)
I be tellin' these bitches that I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (FBG shit)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the millions, I'm sorry (Heh? FBG, bitch)
Try to play me, the shooter come shoot up the building, I'm sorry (Skrrt)
(Gang-gang)
Bullets start flyin', now you hidin' your children, I'm sorry (Ooh, skrrt)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I was a young n***a, but ain't no bitches want me (No, no)
But I rap now, so all these bitches on me (Ah, damn)
I be thinkin' like, "A lot of n***as phony" (True)
My lyrics sick as fuck, the mic just threw up on 'em (Argh)
Whole lot of money like I hit the lotto (Money, money)
N***a try to play me, I'm clappin' like bravo (Brrt, bah)
Don't play games 'cause I don't like arcades (At all, no)
They can't see me like four pair of dark shades (Damn)
Yes, I am lookin' for victims, who wanna volunteer? (Goof'-ass)
Most of these n***as is rookies, get the fuck outta here (Goof'-ass)
N***as be talkin' all down on the gang, but they know we go hella hard (Goof'-ass)
And if you think that you fuckin' with us, you should shoot yourself, tell them, "Bah" (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Bitch, I'm a pro in the game and most of these n***as is rookies (Bitch)
Most of them try to play hard, but some of 'em should have a pussy (Ooh)
I don't do this shit for me, I do this shit for the fam (Let's get it)
I just be keepin' it real 'cause real n***a just who I am (Ah, damn)
I be tellin' these bitches that I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (No, no)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the millions, I'm sorry (Damn)
Try to play me, the shooter come shoot up the building, I'm sorry (Brrt)
Bullets start flyin', now you hidin' your children, I'm sorry (Brrt)