(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
Well, get your hands up, get your hands up
God-damn it, motherfucker, get your hands up
Get your hands up, get your hands up
Goddamn it, motherfucker, get your hands up
Well, throw your click up, throw your click up
Goddamn it, motherfucker, throw your click up
Throw your click up, throw your click up
Goddamn it, motherfucker, throw your click up
Well, what you lookin' at? (Nigga), what you lookin' at? (Nigga)
What you lookin' at? (Nigga), what you lookin' at? (Nigga)
What you lookin' at? (Nigga), what you lookin' at? (Nigga)
What you lookin' at? (Nigga), what you lookin' at? (Nigga)
Now, what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
Goddamn it, fuck nigga, what you wanna do?
What you wanna do? (You scared), what you wanna do? (You scared)
Well, nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch-ass punk
I heard you slapped your woman 'cause she told you the truth
Real niggas, bring out the hoe in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul hoe, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with yours
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out?
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga, if you tell me you's a player, you's a lie
'Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a-
(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
Bump, bump, bump, bump, lettin' off shots
Double Glock, Glock, chi-chi, nigga pop, pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we 'bout
Niggas livin' lawless, niggas labelled hardest
Gonna see whose life is shortest
Regardless, this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'
Yet, still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain (pain)
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Name all I borrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we grew tight
Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet bitch, Chyna Whyte?
(Bia, Bia) why you actin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you fussin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you lookin' like a-, like a-?
(Bia, Bia) why you frontin' like a-, like a-?
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