[Verse 1: Ziico Niico]
I seen a lot of shit but never told on 'em
And the papers and the preset never wrote on 'em
Went to PA for some grips, I got a scope on 'em
And motherfuck I need it when I run up and get close on 'em
Ziico Niico, do that ring a bell?
For some good pussy, take a trip to [?] shell
All the haters trying but they always fail
I'm always on top like a jury
I'ma do it, I'ma make it for my n***as that's buried
And my grandmama crib gon' be big as Halle Berry
Lot of pussies in the hood, got a Glock to pop your cherry
You can see me with my bro, [?] pop a Chevy
And my squad is what you hear 'bout
Ten racks, I can find a n***a whereabouts
You can't fight, motherfucker what the scare about?
Shut the fuck up, don't wanna hear you out
I swear I'ma make it, I'ma star
I hold up choppers like guitars
No sympathy for broads
Fuck her on the hood then she gotta wash my car
No, I don't play that
I got a couple killers in this Maybach
Semis and revolvers, man I spray that
You don't know, this is me
Tell them monkeys I play for keeps
I use the chopper, just drop 'em off the tree
Hah, I'm just feelin' like the man again
Three sixty-five, I'm with the fam again
Yeah, Uptown the committee
And when I make it man my city comin' with me, yeah
[Verse 2: Ferrari Tanna]
Lot of n***as talkin' even though they should commend me
Hatin' on another brother, that was never in me
All about the money, bitch just tryna get the benjis
Like my n***a Benji, got 'em in a frenzy
Streets fuckin' with me, they been rollin' with me tough
I been locked up in the bando, they ain't seen me in a month
I been running to the bands like my lungs is giving up
Middle finger to the stand, never give my n***as up
They ain't fuckin' with me hands down, hands down
Make my youngin catch a man down, a man down
Ziico told you 'bout to stand down, then stand down
They was blockin' but we here now, we here now
All that slick talkin', let me clap that ass up
And my bitch ass wavy when she back that ass up
Double tap that ass up, tell her hop that ass up
'Cause my trap phone ringing and my grind don't pass up
And you know I'm 'bout the money now
And these n***as think they poppin', oh it's funny now
Three six five up in this bitch, you feel a hundred rounds
Hit these n***as talkin', could you tell 'em bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Fuck a rap star, n***a I'm a trap star
Trappin' in Ohio, in that bando gettin' packs off
Must've got your facts wrong, you ain't got no racks dog
I been seein' Papi every week droppin' them stacks off
Girl you can't stand that, stand that
Beat a body red-handed, handed