Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous I'm a rapper,

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 'Cause I don't need 'em 'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' Yeah, it is what it is man Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a

I'm letting off kites over barriers If you want to shine way up! On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas Yeah (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Ay, location

Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless We balling out, yeah, regardless Vvs yeah yeah, we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do We ballin' out, nigga, regardless Everything VVS, we flawless When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest If niggas

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

For a very, very, long-long time I've been on my motherfuckin' grind Yeah, so I deserve to ball like Kobe Yeah, got a bad ori in the back Yeah, and I don't fuck with no new niggas We've been homies for a long-long time She say she love me, love me,

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm

(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic I flip shit for gang-bang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas

Nigga, I'm a thug, fuck the cops and the judge If you're looking for me, nigga, come get me Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy Take it to the house and get jiggy I got the strap cocked, right

Everything's corrupt Everything's fucked up Everything's bout a buck, we shit outta luck Blood used to be thicker than water Now it depends on what kinda water you talkin' about Niggas'll kill they momma over that almighty dollar Yeah, you know me, Super