Lyrics
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' nigga)
Real niggas do what they wanna do (Real)
I'ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
Pour that shit up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
No, we not going out sad
These niggas broke and fucked up
Why they mad? (That why they mad)
Playing the games, you get smashed
We leave a nigga's lil' toe with a tag
I paid the dealer with cash
Pulled out the light and I didn't have a tag
(Skrrt) oh, that's your ho? Well, I smashed
Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash
(Gave her a rash)
Walk in the mall with them racks
And we not checking no tags
(Checking no tags)
Diamonds on me and they dancin'
They takin' pictures, I don't need a flash
Walk in that bitch like a popstar
Strum the guitar like a rockstar
Smoking OG like a Rasta
Poppin' some 30, my pistol
These niggas pussy, no, they ain't official
(They ain't official)
Rollie wrist sittin' on AP gang wanna side
Leave a nigga like eight feet
(Nigga like eight feet) riding, sipping on
Smoking OG, boy, I'm high as a pilot
I cannot move 'less I get a deposit
Sliding Ducati, told lil' ho "Just ride it"
Where that nigga? They can't find me
Ride Maybach, four Suburbans behind me
Chop up the brick, feel like residue soft
Whipping the hard, to coke or the chalk
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' nigga)
Real niggas do what they wanna do (Real)
I'ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
Pour that shit up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
No, we not going out sad
These niggas broke and fucked up
Why they mad? (That why they mad)
Playing the games, you get smashed
We leave a nigga's lil' toe with a tag
I paid the dealer with cash
Pulled out the light and I didn't have a tag
(Skrrt) oh, that's your ho? Well, I smashed
Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash