Lyrics
Yeah, yeah-yeah
While y'all was on Clubhouse, I was in the dugout
Waitin' to get up to bat and knock a home run out
Noreaga, thugged out, walkin' with my snub out (yeah, yeah-yeah)
No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out
I give you a bloodbath, then I let the blood out
Pull the stopper out of the bottom, and drain the tub out
Know my way through any hood, nigga what you talm' 'bout?
You follow the GPS, I just took the thug route (yeah, yeah-yeah)
18 years, can't wait 'til they let my cuz out
Couldn't believe it when the words came out, the judge mouth
Had to use candles 'cause we blew the lightbulbs out
Sleepin' on a bum couch, I live in a drug house (yeah, yeah-yeah)
He said I ain't like that, man, that nigga bugged out
Like what? Nigga, I'll shoot your fuckin' mug out
Momma said, "Pull your pants up", I got cussed out
Used to wear my sneakers like Jordan with the tongue out (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Thought I was gon' stop? I'm offin' 'em off top
I'm the talk of New York, I walk with the hawk, and the .4 cocked
Make all of 'em call cops, they frozen, they broads stop
This shit doggin', make sure when I let it off, it's a sure shot (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Heard his crib is like Fort Knox, who said I was gon' knock?
Usin' force on the door, so I'm gon' give him a bald spot
I'm slaughterin' all opps, I'm orderin' more blocks
Like Optimus in his prime, I'm strong as an Autobot, ha! (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., 'Pac
Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked
Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover
Fell in love with a bitch, my bitch just told me she loves her (yeah, yeah-yeah)
We run it, been runnin' this shit, I can't feel my legs
Your brother got them birds, have my niggas come and steal his eggs
I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on
Dana White diamonds on, stones look like an octagon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Can't stop, fuck you if you think not
The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a Ring Pop
Had to do my thing, Pap', had to let the snub blap
Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, no hubcap (yeah, yeah-yeah)
All this mud in my cup, and I don't need no mud flaps
I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rug rats
So she gon' have to chug that
I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucks at (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Young Money, young man, YM