Okay, these niggas be tellin' Niggas rather see you locked than see you pop I ain't tryna be friendly They tryna make new friends I don't want no part, keep on mindin' my business Nine time out of ten, nigga hatin', tryna play with my top Grr, bring that chop We standin' on business you get caught in the middle if you throwin' the cross Drop a lil' bag, we gon' turn up the city tell 'em, "Bring me his head I don't care what it cost" (Fah, fah) Hit him in the face if he talkin' that shit he was sendin' them threats, so it ain't my fault (Grr) Word 'round town, nigga really get down Got patterns in the city from the north to the south Askin' 'bout an opp, I'ma play that shit cool, but in pеrson it's pressure, I don't wanna talk (Bitch) Grab me a rеntal, I'ma tint out the windows and they can't see the plate 'cause I'm takin' it off Free Spinna Mitch, he gon' jugg him a bitch you gon' learn what it is when you play with that soft I'm fuckin' his ho just to get in his head every chance that I get, I'ma spit in her mouth Talk out your head, then you losin' your legs I don't wanna hear shit that you know what that's 'bout
These niggas just don't know how to quit I say, these niggas just don't know how to quit They like to love you when you down but they hate when you're rich They wanna take me off the map, but I'm too legit
Okay, niggas be hatin', they mad I made it White girl up and that's a bad lil' baby Dissin' on the 'Gram, niggas givin' out cases Could've had me then, too bad you waited New Hellcat that I got off a plug 'Nother half a mill' that I got out the mud Even with the hate, I'ma show a lil' love Rappin' ain't a crime, tell 'em, "Free Young Thug" Niggas be tellin' Niggas be tellin', tell a nigga, "Free lil' Melly" Tell 'em, "Free Yoshi" Youngin slingin' iron and a nigga like Ox off Belly My lil' niggas be steppin' (Shh) Keep it on hush, we ain't doin' no reppin' Put an opp down, get reckless (Huh) I'ma get it done, you could bet it Clutchin' this Glock, I was beefin' with a buzz Got it on me now, no keepin' it tucked Live what I rap, they be makin' it up Ain't got a bitch 'cause I ain't 'bout to fuss Got me a check and I'm runnin' it up Two or three million, I ain't makin' enough Drop a new song and my prices go up It is what it is, nigga, fuck what it was
These niggas just don't know how to quit I say, these niggas just don't know how to quit They like to love you when you down but they hate when you're rich They wanna take me off the map, but I'm too legit
Compositores: Jackie Lane Jr Plant, Raheem Kwame Hightower, Fredick Ii Givens (Fredo Bang) ECAD: Obra #39078364