Lyrics
Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em
Aye
Say
2ONE, nigga, ayy
I love you, cuddy, stay dangerous, you know I love you too
Keep it on me, don't mistake me for that kinda dude
Without me, they ain't about it, nigga tell the truth
CP3, you know I'm good with the alley-oops
If the shoe fit, wear it, I ain't dissing you
Ooh-wee, we step hard when we out the booth
If he'll kill, do it with no mask, let 'em know it's you
Ayy, ayy, ooh, he took his last breath
Nigga, lil' dog a shooter, but he not Steph
He ain't got a trophy yet like Harden, shoot him with his left
Maybe if you traded and put him on the Nets
I'ma still be on Seventh Street 'cause that's where I step
We mobbin', you know we surf through
Won't show out 'cause niggas really tryna hurt you
We mobbin', you know how I move
I'm a boss, I ain't never been a crash dummy
Don't think it's sweet, you gon' end up like the last dummy
On the G to take pics, you niggas poppin' it
Lil' bitch in my DM, she know she's poppin' it
Tryna sell it, said she's on the 'Gram pussy poppin' it
Ho go everywhere I go, it's my esophagus
You get a code combination and we ain't sockin' you
SuckaK, you know we still on that kind of time
Catch me in the mall buyin' designer 'cause I'm tryna shine
R.I.P. the thugs, free the thugs, that's who I do it for, nigga