I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted Sometimes I feel I got to (get away) For these streets like a fein for crack But pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cause no matter drama or gossip My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil' nigga Thought you had hits but you missed lil' nigga Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil' nigga? You little niggas keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them