Nah, he pussy bro Nope
Yeah, she lyin on me Bitch
Nigga call lookin for his ho Where she at?
She right here lyin on me Cmon
Like nigga, come find somethin, yeah
Keep that iron me, yeah
Yeah, nigga play if you want to Woo
You could pour eight if you want juice
Ima call weeks if I want books Damn
I could fuck his bitch and his ho too Duh
Lil nigga, height on em bout four two
Cant name a nigga fuckin with me on Scoot
I been chasin my dreams since 02
What you dream about? Cuh, nothin
Gettin rich, fuck a nigga bitch
Sellin that hit, still sipping crisp
Spent at least ten on all of my fits
Fuck a old friend, dont be callin my bitch
New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint
Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent
If she aint talkin fuckin, ho prolly gettin spent
Do it for my brother and I do it for the six
Durk came home, bitch, the work gettin strong
We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze
Bitch get to playin, put the murder gang down
Each one of my niggas, yeah, keep Woods
Gotti aint starvin and Bandz eatin good
We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen
Fuck hoes, murk, sell weed and beens
Bitch, I been turnt
And I hit her
Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first
Before I sell top I sell hit first
Yeah, bitch, I still want eighty for a gram
Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants
Bitch, I been turnt
And I hit her
Yeah Turn up, yeah Turn up, yeah Aha
What you sippin? Red
What you sellin? Meds
Nigga snitchin, dead, feds, yeah
Might find a hunnid thousand in bed
Bitch, all of my niggas is safe
Cant none of my niggas get mail
Everybody got a phone in jail
Ringin Ring, ringin
Pull my dick out, bitch, now eat it
Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason
Bitch, its young nigga turnt, believe me
RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece
Free Nell, Rico and Queesey
Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons
I aint never goin back, I mean it
Bitch, Im still turnt
And I hit her
Yeah Turn up, yeah Turn up, yeah Turn up, yeah Turn up