Yeahh, yeahhYeahh, yeahh(shoot through your car doorShoutout to cardo)Yeahh, yeahhYeahhYeah, look on the ‘net and they talkin’ ’bout bannin’ meJust left the dealer, I told him to phantom meI cannot be with no ni*gas that’s fans of meNo kizzyI do not know why these lil’ ni*gas be playing with meMurder for murder, they ain’t understanding meTake one of mine, that sh*t end with your familyPerkies, thirties, young ni*gas shooting like currysWalking in the club, no searchingWhack him for a check, yeah, surfin’Spinning, sinningSinning, winningI know the way that we livingThat wе probably going to hell any minuteHe nеver been on a missionI see in his eyes, I can tell if he bi*chingTreat him like trey, get out the carI know they gon’ tell if he did itMy got them tickies for selling them brickiesBut he ain’t made the cell in a minuteNi*gas been busting them u-eysI will never forget it, I ain’t take a l in a minuteYou a bi*ch, he a rat, he a fraudOn the ‘gram like he was thatBaby mama, she a groupie, in the lamb’Swerving with me eating gatBig dog, real boss, make a callNi*ga, you will be a packCut a check, real ni*gaCredit card fraud, yeah, he was capCappingI know you ni*gas be cappingI hit the switch on you, tappingTwo type of ni*gas, the ni*gas that watchAnd the ni*gas that go make it happenI do not look up to no rappersI ain’t been talking no trappingI have been investing, just chose up a checkIt is ten million, and that was on testWoo, I am just turning upWhen it is beef, sh*t, I can not sleepThat sh*t be burning me upFront of louis v, right on rodeoI pull up and dawn on the truckWhat’s a hundred to me? Give that sh*t to my homieAnd tell him go run that sh*t up
Ni*gas can not fu*k with the gangBig fn on me hangYeah, northside, southside sh*tNi*ga, I ain’t tripping out ’bout no bi*chI make the maybach bounceGot shorty going up in the trap while she ride my di*kNi*gas want internet clout, tell ’em spin on his houseI do not really wanna talk ’bout sh*tYeah, northside, southside sh*tYeah, northside, southside sh*tMy ni*gas got bricks for cheapersNi*gas got bits and pieces (yeah)Ni*gas just showing their weaknessMan, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)Never no problem sleepingHollow just squish them leechesYeah, look at a scary moviePu*sy, get trick or treatedDon’t know what is up in itHe doesn’t know, hollowman’s tapping itYeah, upping them out and they bi*ch on my leftHow did he pattern it?Yeah, nobody’s clapping itI put my back in itYeah, I got the strapPop top, wrapping the rag on itYeah, southside sh*tNi*gas all working outside shiftsNi*gas get melt with drive-by clipsYou never gon’ work them muay thai kicksYeah, bounce that bi*chPu*sy smells like fishH got them, sh*t, stars like kissYeah, who is to be tested?H, truth to be destinedYeah, man get run over, vroom-vroomWho’s the pedestrian?Yeah, just got a new strapBoom-boom, shoot it for testingYeah, fu*k the domesticsMan just move to a next tingNorthside, southside sh*tNi*ga, I ain’t tripping out ’bout no bi*chI make the maybach bounceGot shorty going up in the trap while she ride my di*kNi*gas want internet cloutTell ’em spin on his houseI do not really wanna talk ’bout sh*tYeah, northside, southside sh*tYeah, northside, southside sh*t
