Yo you can keep asking them fuckin questions all fuckin day man I told you what- I told you what the fuck happened man Told your partner the same thing man, how long a nigga gotta stay here?
[Verse 1] There was money on the table with the bricks I was in the living room feeling on this bitch Heard my car alarm goin off on my 6 So my dogs start barkin and some niggas hit the fence So I take my dick out this bitch mouth and walked to the window Pull the blinds down and took one hit of the Endo You niggas ain't doin shit, but stealin my neighbors rims so Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over That's what I'm rolling with.. Nah I ain't saying shit and I ain't snitching on nobody Yea that's my .45, but it ain't got no bodies And 2 dead niggas? Them is nobody.. They should've torched em, then you wouldn't had no bodies I mean look at these pictures, just so sloppy Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark Man fuck this shit I thought I told y'all
[Verse 2] There was money on the table by the bricks I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit Listenin to Jeezy and I heard a little (bullet sound) So I turned the radio down and cocked my 4-Fif, oh shit.. Am I hit? Nah just a hole in my Jordan fitted So I turn down all the lights and cock my 4-Fif Seen some niggas jump in they escalade and that was it How much longer I gotta stay in this muthafucka? Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke but shit y'all got a nigga stressed I gotta stay in this muthafucka until I confess? Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest Cus it'll be a cold day in Miami Before I snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me? Ya I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy Niggas run around the hood singin.. They should get a Grammy And you two muthafuckas should get an Oscar With this good-cop-bad cop shit.. Take me to process Cus I don't eat breakfast with no pigs I watched First 48 so fuck your 25 years No evidence, no big. I don't know who split them niggas' wigs
[Verse 3] Already told y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks I was walkin to the bathroom to take a shit Then I heard my dogs barkin, there's some noise by the fence So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 Fif Then I seen three niggas by my back door Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer Guess I had to welcome niggas to the gun store..
Compositores: Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Alexander Hollis Chauncey ECAD: Obra #6735518