Letras
Hit the booth jus to let off some steam
FoureverLivin bitch you kno that's the team
I remember when this shit was a dream
Now I get paid jus to step on the scene
Outfit crispy but I'm countin up crème
Yo bitch see me she gon holler & scream
Say she love me pullin all on my jeans
Throwin' that pussy she act like a fiend
Shooters wit me, keep some sticks wit the beams
Rap game weird niggas ain't who they seem
When I step out best believe that I'm clean
Gettin' money is my daily routine
In the sprinter sippin' purp, countin' green
Sticks around me like I hang wit' Marines
Ain't no breaks I'm a workin' machine
On ya TV see my face on the screen
I hit the road jus to go get a bag
Put me on ya flyer you sendin' the cash
You thinkin I'm solo, my boy that's a no no
My squad fully loaded they snuck in the straps
So please do not try me, my niggas beside me
You come near the stage they put one in yo hat
It's jus a fair warnin for when I'm performin
You try to be tough & you goin out sad
I just came here for the backend
So please do not make it a problem
My brothers in here, got them straps in
You look like a threat & they poppin
Like the Matrix how they have you dodgin
Tried to duck & got hit in his noggin
All these niggas be cap & they flodgin
Buyin' views jus to look like you poppin
Verse two and I'm back on they neck again
Money low hit a scam jus to flex again
Book me for a show I ain't poppin' out
If my niggas ain't good to bring weapons in
Good wherever I go, I ain't checkin in
When they bring out the bag then I'm steppin' in
I get love from the blacks, whites, & Mexicans
Am I next out the County, that's definite
And they know I'm from Chap I be reppin it
I'm the face of that bitch I'm the President
They gon gossip like hoes they irrelevant
Nigga touch me he dyin get heaven sent