[Hook]
Fuck wrong with these n***as, huh? What?
You got me fucked up
You, you fucking with a real n***a
Get your man, dog. What? Alright
You fuck around, get killed n***a. What?
Calm down, I get it cracking, lil n***a, alright. Calm Down
Fuck around, get killed n***a

[Verse 1]
Come and take this walk with me through these Philly streets
Where n***as get smoked, knocked out they sneaks
Balling with them 30s, clutching on that heat
Mask on at your door, ain’t no trick or treat
Only fuck with real n***as that’s gonna ride
I clap five, pussy n***a, make your mama cry
Juiced and perked up (a bunch of angry n***as.)
N***as pussies, I don’t hang with n***as
I can’t bang, I can’t slang with n***as
I get in my bag, I start banging n***as
I’m maxing out, I’m in the booth now
G-G-Going hard, doin' this shit for Snupe now
You see a target, better shoot, clown
They want me stacking macros, eating soups now
Core back to care, where my Zeus now
Suck n***as
[Hook]
Fuck wrong with these n***as, huh? What?
You got me fucked up
You, you fucking with a real n***a
Get your man, dog. What? Alright
You fuck around, get killed n***a. What?
Calm down, I get it cracking, lil n***a, alright. Calm Down
Fuck around, get killed n***a

[Verse 2: French Montana]
N***as pussy, I don’t hang with n***as
Free Pee, free Max, they tryna hang my n***as
N***as broke, probably mixing up the coke with the dirty Sprite
Run up on your Ghost with a dirty bike
Talk work, you know we got it
Catch him slipping, know we got him too late to make shanum
We done started from the ground, n***a
Drop bag man, lift you with the ground, n***a
Hottest and they up, is you stupid, n***a?
Coke Boys shout to Melly, RIP Snupe n***a
Money never changed us, never changed n***as
Same street, same beef, we the same n***as
Now from the plane to the boat, from the boat to the plane
For the game, slanging coke
Fuck wrong with these n***as?
[Hook]
Fuck wrong with these n***as, huh? What?
You got me fucked up
You, you fucking with a real n***a
Get your man, dog. What? Alright
You fuck around, get killed n***a. What?
Calm down, I get it cracking, lil n***a, alright. Calm Down
Fuck around, get killed n***a

[Verse 3]
Lately I’m full of n***as got me fucked up
I'm chasing money out here, tryna come up
They like "Do we ride? Do his guns (?)"
Well check my resume, you got me fucked up
Been a wild n***a ever since a young buck
Making sales all day, I’m so hard, am I nuts?
It’s all for pay, still I ain’t made enough
All these rapping n***as wannabees acting up
Rock a bottle, shake them down, show them who’s rapping now
All we know is on sight, we can get it cracking now
Never will you catch me slip, always keep my ratchet, clown
Hands on with the situation (never backing down)
Never was a pussy n***a, never got smacked around
Last n***a tried on my life, he got popped around
Clap n***a, clown with me, I ain’t came to fuck around
We gonna slide on these n***as
[Hook]
Fuck wrong with these n***as, huh? What?
You got me fucked up
You, you fucking with a real n***a
Get your man, dog. What? Alright
You fuck around, get killed n***a. What?
Calm down, I get it cracking, lil n***a, alright. Calm Down
Fuck around, get killed n***a