Lyrics
I'm sick and tired of doing shit for bitches
I want switches, with some riches
And niggas who don't fuck with snitches
My trigger finger itchin', for bodies let's get to spraying
Shoot the one with God himself, I be clutching it when I'm praying
I ain't talking Michael Vick, but I'm losing it cause my dog gone
Why you tell on niggas?
A sentence for every damn song
That's why I'm on the low
That life I had to let it go
And now a nigga chasing bills like I'm in Buffalo
You diggin' that?
I'm posted in the places where the shooters at
Put your hands down, nigga where them fuckin' rugers at?
Jesus on the plane, yeah I call it the Holy Spirit
Nigga I don't fly on spirit, I'm saying for the lyrics
Are you serious?, these niggas just be acting too mysterious
They be crying like Tyrese, but then be hard on Fast and Furious
I'm curious
I used to want the phone from Victorious
It's crazy how my pockets got fatter big as Notorious
B. I. G like everything I do
Now who you talking to
My favorite team the Packers, cause that G, man it ain't nothing new
Wait
My favorite team the Packers, cause I'm chasing green
Cheddar
Man ya shawty say she stuck on me, because I fuck her better
All the brainwashing happens through our TV
Shawty I can't be ya BD, you catching balls like you CeeDee
I'm bout to put this hoe to work, like I'm doing that song with RiRi
Nigga I can't play ya CD, you niggas just wanna be me
You tell a nigga, put his hands up
I tell him, Pick his mans up!
He chasing all these bitches, tell that nigga get his bands up
Why the fuck you trippin' bout a bitch?, you niggas need to stand up!
And think about the time you wasted, look what you could've ran up!
I done did plenty drugs, I ain't touching crack though
Yo bitch, call me, when she need her back broke
Feel like GP, when I hit that slow stroke
Bitch
I don't give a fuck bout you and what you gotta say to me