You fuck niggas better stand the fuck up
For your motherfuckin zone, you bitch
You aint stand up for what you doin
Then nigga, what the fuck you doin it for, fuck nigga?
Fuck wrong with you, nigga?
And you gotta feed your family regardless, fuck nigga
You know me, huh? COUPE
Yall niggas be talkin too much, I dont do that
You know whats up with me, nigga, yeah
EA them, haha, slime, SB, yeah, PDE
Run like a track meet, I chase you down, bitch nigga
How do I feel? Like hittin a stick, I might just kill a nigga yeah
Kill him and his partner evidence, you know I spin, nigga yeah
Get rid of rich niggas, yeah, I take shit, nigga uh-huh
Never been a hater, I make money, Im a motivator
Fuckin all these bitches cause they fuck with me cause I got paper
And exotic in my body, smokin on Miyagi ooh
And Im choppin up this brick lik I do karate do karate
I might trick a country boy and sell him
Clan, nigga, I got it nigga, I got it
So much baking soda in that shit
You know I love the profit yeah, yeah
And I like to stack up all this shit
And add it up, I got it yeah, I got it
Two months, bitch
I just made bout five hundred thousand five hundred thousand
Thats just off features, bitch
Now dont think we is equal we not equal
I just made bout one-fifty off of reefer yeah
And I smoke it, Im a chiefer yeah
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people yeah, yeah
When it come to that money, you know I am evil uh-huh
Stick talk, the grim reaper stick talk
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper street sweeper
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers uh-huh
Smoke your ass just like this reefer smoke you
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that motherfucker we not beefin
You know how we eatin how we eatin
I dont like to beef with pussy niggas
If I aint got no reason got no reason
Shoot you in your heart, no cock-back
Pussy nigga, know I squeeze it uh-uh
I dont need no backup, thirty round, yes, I do keep it do keep it
Take me a deep breath, exhale, start squeezin baow
Shoot that motherfucker til I see that nigga not breathin
And I put on stunna frames so these niggas cannot see me yeah
Sit behind this black tint, black stick get to squeezin yeah
Thinkin bout some crazy shit, take somethin, nigga, know we beefin
Nigga took somethin from me, dawg, its smoke, nigga, at Four Season
Shout out to the Hamp, they the only gang I know that squeezed it
We were beefin for no reason
They went down the street, we like
Fuck that shit, lets get to squeezin
Now we strike the beef, we eatin
And I fuck with a couple real Crip niggas from Four Season
And my dawgs, they passed on Boulevard, gang out for no reason
And we from the Eastside and we handle straps, you better believe it
Thirty on us, nigga can see
Throw this shit up, big-ass B
Throwin up the pyramid
You know where Im from, Im PDE
Til the day I D-I-E
You niggas cannot fuck with me yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got your bitch, she on my T-I-P yeah, yeah, yeah
Rubber on, no Eazy E damn
Bitches know its M-O-E What?
I aint stuntin no M-O-B
Money over everything when this shit come to me
I just made bout one-fifty off of reefer yeah
And I smoke it, Im a chiefer yeah
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people yeah, yeah
When it come to that money, you know I am evil uh-huh
Stick talk, the grim reaper stick talk
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper street sweeper
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers uh-huh
Smoke your ass just like this reefer smoke you
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that motherfucker we not beefin
You know how we eatin how we eatin
I dont like to beef with pussy niggas
If I aint got no reason got no reason