Shabba Rankz

(Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta)

(Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like Shabba)

(Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta)

(Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta)

(Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like Shabba)

(Ayo, marv, you hear this?)

Mama, I thank you for carrying me them nine months

Just stay down 'til you get right, I almost gave up

Don't let 'em tell you blow that money and you saved up

She in her feelings, I wanna work, she won't be laid off

I'm up chasing all night, come to sleep about a dream

This shit don't mean anything, I gave away all of my McQueens

Where the weed at? I can't lie by mirror, I'm a fiend

You don't mean that, said love, but that ain't what I'm seeing

I'm feeling down today, but I'll be straight tomorrow

Tall and fine like Angel Reese, but she a model

I think I seen her rip the runway in Chicago

Bougie shit, she like one picture that ain't my ho

So many sticks, you think we riding with Donald Trump, whoa

So many licks, you might not never get a new phone

She seen my wrist, looked at my mouth, and said, "You so cold"

(You so, you so cold, you so cold)

Shit, I kept working, I ain't never give up

Dawg, I was made for this shit

Posting my hood in a project, foreign whips getting parked up

I was made for this shit

Even when everybody changed, I stayed the same

I ain't complaining, I was made for this shit

Even through all the ups and downs, I still smile

Bitch, I was the one, I was made for this shit

Oh, I just been doing my thing and it's working

We done hopped up down on the yacht, that pussy tight like a virgin

Buy lil' mama a watch, she gon' have to wait for a Birkin

They don't want me to win, gotta let me in, you can't deny it

I can do the shit by myself, that how I feel and plus my pride

Them boys bringin' the belt, so many tears, so many died

And I work like Michael Phelps, learn how to swim before you die

These hoes steady chasing me, I got 'em doing suicide

I was just thinking 'bout five, shawty talking 'bout suicide

I been thinking 'bout all the killing in the city

And how the judge tryna give them boys life

That shit ain't cool, dawg, shoulda went to school, dawg

Shawty ain't even picking up, fighting no more, she moved on

Oh yeah, your opps, they celebrating, they made a new song

You let the opps get the location, you better move, dawg

Hope you get the picture 'cause the chain gang ain't it

Every day another ho say I'm treating her like shit

In the mall, over six thousand just for my kicks

You gon' spin, yeah, Steph Curry, just for my wrist

Don't want no problems

'Bout the beef, we don't take it light, we full throttle

Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta

Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like Shabba

('Bout the beef, we don't take it light, we full throttle)

(Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like)

(I don't want no problems)

('Bout the beef, mh-mh, we full throttle)

(Mh-mh I'm a real deal shotta)

(Niggas gonna see hot it is, fuck you too)