I'm bouta take off that's why the fucc you mad
Don't worry bout me better get you some money with your lil hating ass
Im quicc to take a nicca bitch especially if that lil bitch bad
Plus my young nicca 20 hit that's why you fuccin mad
But you ain't gotta act like that your fault you ain't got no cash
Keep taking dese pictures wit all dese gloccs
You ain't even gone fuccin blast
If I send my lil homies at your top then that's your fuccin ass
Nicca let them shots off on your blocc then mash the fuccin gas
But nicca that's enough of that no cap
We don't really be hittin no liccs we trap
We don't really be trippin bout the beef we
Strap glocc 23 blow a nicca face in his lap
Okaaaay ok ok let's get to the point you ain't living like that
You pulled up on a opp blocc and yo dawg
Got shot you was strap and didn't even blast
Fix your face don't be looking at me side ways
Tray to Official he done Snucc the strap inside the place
Plus I got Keno wit me I can get you shoot inside your face
And my lawyer that's my dawg and he paid off so I'm like fucc the case
That lil bich that you think bad I think she
Basic dese niccas ain't fuccin wit me just face it
Bitch wanna dicc ride so I let her taste it
Can't chase dese hoes man I gotta chase faces
I'm staccin dem dead guys money come
Pink green and blue that's 3 different races
Glocc 40 got a red eye nicca hit you
You and you that's 3 different faces
I just let off a couple shots at a
Couple opps like just the other day the way
My whole team full wit shooters
You would think I play for Golden state
I couldn't never get a job I had to learn how to catch a fuccin play
Now I wake up everyday to catch a
Play now a nicca ballin like he in the NBA
Lil bitch in my face like damn bacc up
Girl I ain't gonna lie you phat up
Girl turn around n gone toot that ass up say
She fuccin wit the gang so I smash it and pass her
I can't get caught up wit you silly
Hoes I'm the shit baby girl no pamper
Why would I go holla at one of you dumb
Hoes when I know I'm the nicca their after
Real Trappa I keep grams and a scale bitch
Still wit my dawgs I'll Neva switch I'm wit the same clicc
(?)
Cause I ain't gone change I'm still that nicca not to be played wit
When the beef pop out we don't care wha
You bout we gone in that shit in a shoot out
If you talk that talk you gotta walk that
Walk when we spin we'll really make you move out
And the 2.23 let off so much shots it
Got hot had to let that shit cool down
And one of your mans got gun down now the jokes on you clown
Nicca I'm outcha everyday Ine duccin no smoke fucc hide n seek
And the whole city my name and they know my face ain't no hiding me
And I heard you gotta bag on my head
Better go getcha bread hope you keep yo receipt
I got this shit on my arm til the day that I'm gone Lil nicca I'm YSP!