For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

Man I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Knowing all of this I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I came with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing

At least these things I know (yeah) The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me You walking off like that's it now Talking all of that shit now All I know is that I can't hear now It can't get much worse than this now Baby, how hard are