Lyrics
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my niggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my niggas with blocks on their ankles
The only reason that bitch ain't get hit up
'Cause she was with her son so that bitch better thank him
But if we catch that bitch out with her mama they both getting touched
What the fuck was you thinking?
I'm in the club niggas can't get behind us
They call it drip but I call it designer
I'm on these fuck niggas head like a line up
Said I'm hard to touch but it's not hard to find us
Speaking of Charlotte just know I'm the finest
They call it cocky but I call it honest
Niggas ain't fuck with me when I was modest
Now they keep my name in their mouth Orthodontics
The way I intimidate niggas it's sad
I might like a picture to turn up his swag
I made a promise not to beg niggas for their attention
I don't even fuck with my dad
I thought the hate came from women
It's actually niggas
I'm starting to feel bad for these niggas
You trying to get pregnant and trap you a nigga
I'm trying to get money and trap with these niggas
They like Kash you do features? Of course
Send me the money I'm trying to endorse
They heard I'm on fire come light up your torch
I don't fuck with the middle man point to the source
Bitches thinking I got static
But if you could actually rap I would probably support
How you start the beef and then send me to court?
When I hopped out the car you was still on the porch
Bitch
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my niggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my niggas with blocks on their ankles
The only reason that bitch ain't get hit up
'Cause she was with her son so that bitch better thank him
But if we catch that bitch out with her mama they both getting touched