Lyrics
I say, uh
Ay, we make plenty, you pinch pennies, hope you feel the pressure
Send a couple 50s if you diss me as a funny gesture
We get busy, ain't no Biggie, we gon' get whoever
In the city, get a Drac' to Drizzy, we Young Money records (yeah)
Shooting semis out of hemis really give me pleasure
Hit my gritty, once I know we hit him, and he on the stretcher
Know me silly in the city, ain't nobody better
Shoot the smitty 'til I know it's empty, with a lot of suppressor
I get so much suppression when we slide, I'll let you stand near it
Hit his dad, just put it to his mom, it's very transparent
Please be grateful of my time, and what you can cherish
It's some bitches waiting on the side, and every man's nearest
I'ma send a thousand to my mama mom, 'cause she my grandparent
Grab the chopper, shoot it in the crowd until the stands clear
You the type to freeze up on the job, and probably stand there
I love the thrill of fighting for them bills, I feel like Lam Barry
They can never tell me something you fulfilled, you got fans where
I can't attempt to help you on this hill until my man's there
Put part to Drizzy on my real to help us fans share
You can't assume the rules, it's on the field, 'cause I ain't playing fair
Hey, Beezy this too easy for us, where the competition?
Opposition tryna beef with me in hopes of my position
Proposition, sent it from the label, pay me guap to listen
I can mention struggles in the hood, to know pop the piston
Head of top positions give me top commission, we do lots of business
Stop existing from the Glock, permission when he stop and visit
When your people not consistent, that'll block the vision
Contradicting every hot decision, I need time to fix it
Thots and bitches was my favorite, now it's Glocks and switches
He liked defences as we sprayed them, but them shots was vicious
Plot you sticking, when we strike this charger and we swap the pistol
Stop and listen, you can hear them sirens starting in the distance
I just gotta rep my crew to start every sentence