Letras
Who else you know killing pop, but still stay in the cut
If I ever cut you off I just trusted my gut
Had to run that shit right back, these niggas called it luck
They though that was it, man we got way more in the tuck
Niggas can't switch up they limited
Niggas talk tough but they feminine
He wanna know how I end up with his hoe
Nigga it's not a coincidence
Fucking with us, now you in a predicament
All of my niggas move militant
With the same nigga made Kill Again
Hoes wanna fuck for the benefit
817, fuck do you mean
Eyes hella red, need some Visine
I do not trick but got tricks up my sleeve
I can tell you a bitch, and my senses are keen
Shawty keep feeling my print through my jeans
Turn her around and I bust on spleen
Niggas get scared and start stacking they team
Never fell victim to coke or the lean
The feds keep on watching, they getting obnoxious
The boppers are topless, they tugging my boxers
These niggas cant see me they need some binoculars
Shout my dawg DJ, and Breezy, and Easy
Absurd, I was just on the curb with J Lockett
He told me it's gone be a process to progress
We opening doors and they still trynna knock us
10 years later my nigga we popping
Who else you know killing pop, but still stay in the cut
If I ever cut you off I just trusted my gut
Had to run that shit right back, these niggas called it luck
They though that was it, man we got way more in the tuck