[Intro]
Just pay the guy

[Chorus]
N***as ain't built like that, that's the reason that they all gettin' killed like that
Heard you had a little pressure build up, goddamn, why you ain't tell me that you feel like that?
In the street, shit real, shit gettin' so real, n***a gettin' hit, spin like that
Now the shit gettin' weird, real, real weird, I done found out my dog's a rat (Yeah)
When shit get real, these n***as gon' tell, I don't really like to talk like that
Playin' games in the trenches, in another n***a business, you can get knocked off like that
Can't catch that sale, n***a might be the 12, fuck let 'em into the trap? (Yeah, yeah)
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Figure me out), 'cause they know I ain't get it from rap (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ahh-ahh, I stayed down, put the clique on the map
I had run up a brick in the trap
I had started this shit with some scraps (Scraps, ahh-ahh)
I was shootin' up shit 'fore the rap
Goin' on missions, extensions in straps
Kill a bitch, we don't shoot in the air (Ahh-ahh)
When it's drama, it won't make no difference, you know that my blicky gon' clap
A bunch of extensions, when it come time for the business, you know that I'm bustin' a strap
Save the hundreds and fifties, I hit the club with the twenties and I throw the shit in the air
And they ain't never did it, the way that a young n***a trippin', they know that my jewelry is rare
Designer, everything vintage, Dior on my tennis, I might just rock two different pair
My line up so damn vicious, my bitch ass so fat that she barely can sit in a chair
We havin' sticks in the club every time that we in it, promoters, they don't even care
I know this bitch fallin' in love the way that I hit it, I dig in and pull on her hair
[Chorus]
N***as ain't built like that, that's the reason that they all gettin' killed like that
Heard you had a little pressure build up, goddamn, why you ain't tell me that you feel like that?
In the street, shit real, shit gettin' so real, n***a gettin' hit, spin like that
Now the shit gettin' weird, real, real weird, I done found out my dog's a rat (Yeah)
When shit get real, these n***as gon' tell, I don't really like to talk like that
Playin' games in the trenches, in another n***a business, you can get knocked off like that
Can't catch that sale, n***a might be the 12, fuck let 'em into the trap? (Yeah, yeah)
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Figure me out), 'cause they know I ain't get it from rap (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I ain't never met a killer that talk 'bout the killin'
These n***as ain't killers, they want some attention
We get at these n***as, they send us to prison
Don't leave a witness, we finished the mission
The judge give you life when these n***as start snitchin'
Put my dawg on the charge 'cause that young n***a ig'nant
And he keep a pole like he goin' fishin'
Snatchin' the soul of a young n***a with it
I get in the bowl and do a three-sixty
I ain't got time to be catchin' no feelings
Drop dick on these hoes and then I go missin'
Is you in a gang or you independent?
Do you slang them K's or you just be chillin'?
Do you stack it up or fuck off on them bitches?
The last n***a played, is he dead or he livin'?
Tryna make a mil' of vacuum sealin'
I just be stackin' it up to the ceilin'
I bought all my cars off dealin'
Sellin' that crack in the back of the buildin'
Play with that sack, it's a wrap, we gon' kill him
Back-to-back, get them backends, call him Scrilla
Breakin' this ho from the back and she pushin' me back
Finna give this bitch back to her n***a, yeah
[Chorus]
N***as ain't built like that, that's the reason that they all gettin' killed like that
Heard you had a little pressure build up, goddamn, why you ain't tell me that you feel like that?
In the street, shit real, shit gettin' so real, n***a gettin' hit, spin like that
Now the shit gettin' weird, real, real weird, I done found out my dog's a rat (Yeah)
When shit get real, these n***as gon' tell, I don't really like to talk like that
Playin' games in the trenches, in another n***a business, you can get knocked off like that
Can't catch that sale, n***a might be the 12, fuck let 'em into the trap? (Yeah, yeah)
Now the feds tryna figure me out (Figure me out), 'cause they know I ain't get it from rap (Yeah)