[Intro]
What up, Prince?
Coca, n***a
Drank God, ayy (Prince, this a hit)
Ayy

[Verse]
You an opp like them n***as that you hangin' with
I'll drop every n***a that you hangin' with
Got more pape' than every n***a that you hangin' with
All these fuck n***as hit my line, gotta change my shit
Yeah, that tee white as hell, I'll paint your shit
Crushed Fanta, good ice, two eights, I'm lit
Ain't not a n***a gon' touch me or take my shit (At all)
Yeah, I'll leave a n***a like a waiting list
He dropped a song in the morning, we gon' hit him tonight
Yeah, I'll clear this bitch out like the end of the night
AP rose and white like Henn' and the Sprite
And if that n***a Garrett try to tax, I'll get it from Mike
If this rap shit fail, I'ma get it off dog
Fuck that, it's robbin' season, I'll get it from dawg
Won't never let 'em catch me lack, I ain't sittin' at all
The only time you ever see me slip, if I trip and I fall
Yeah, fuck the summer up, we gon' trip in the fall
And lil' cuz dropped, we ain't mentionin' dawg
N***as out here pillow talkin', get bitches involved
I hope they let my n***a go, he get sentenced tomorrow
Too much water on my neck, need to dry me off
Yeah, big blowdryer, I'll dry him off
Got a chip on his shoulder, I'll knock it off, n***a
Spent twenty thou' for this IUR
Got that bitch at my show on the stage with me
I'll let this bitch sing, I got stage presence
Drank God, we the mob, I'm a made n***a
I only ball with the n***as that prayed with me
I only shine with the n***as it was dim with
Bad, good, I'll shake it like him, him
If I'm ever cross brash, then I'm with Tim 'nem
Yeah, we them n***as now, and we been them
The best dog in the town, that's Tootie's spot
We been runnin' through them oranges like hookah shots
Richest n***as in the city, can't prove we not
And they ain't hit back yet, and they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records)
And they ain't hit back yet, and they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records)
And they ain't hit back yet, and they knew who shot him