Letras
Crackers get behind me, then I'm getting shifty
I be posted up like I'm Zach Randolph on the Memphis Grizzlies
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut, he got that fucking fifty
Even on they best day, niggas ain't fucking with me
We got chopsticks when we maneuver through the city
Catch a nigga outside with his bitch, and shoot her in her titty
If I call my nigga Kold Korp, then shit get frigid
I want that bitch, I want her friend, I'm really not that picky
I got military sticks, I'm highly decorated
Better mind ya own, cause I could bring these bitches where ya layin
I bucked the jack on that nigga, I told him, see you later
I ain't never seen y'all in the trenches, y'all is not my neighbors
Junkie hit the dope, that shit look like construction paper
I could double that with my eyes closed, give a fuck what you makin
We got sticks for all that slick talk, what you sayin, nigga
I'm screaming fuck the pigs, but I'm still bringing home the bacon
I'm screaming fuck the pigs, but I'm still bringing home the bacon
I been saucing on these fuck, the niggas kickin' flavor
20 hoes inside my crib, I feel like Flavor Flavor
That nigga flexing like he got it, bitch I bet I take it
And I'm still on the same shit, even if I never make it
That bitch say she ain't trying to wait, she trying to have a baby
I could sell a bitch a dream like mules and 40 acres
I'm dropping dick inside, that hoe sound like the earth quakin
.45 off the hip, it's singin' like Anita Baker
If I was a Pokemon, I'll probably be Rayquaza nigga
I can't leave without the G, feel like a Freemason
These niggas sweet as fuck, I don't know why they talking crazy
I was taught to get the bag like a trash man
Heard 12 was coming, ducked it off, in the trash can
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and drop the mask man
If you catch a nigga, then you better dump the mag, man
BMG, I feel like Future, I got Freebandz
I don't do this shit for the fame, I do it for my fans
And for my niggas doing day for day in that can
All that faking niggas doing, I don't understand