SYBAU

(Hey, Jayme, what we on?)

Aight

Aight

Come on, we good (1204, he made this shit, nigga)

Aight

That nigga ain't gang for real

When we was out slidin' that nigga wasn't clappin' with us (he wasn't clappin' with us)

Niggas so tough on the reel

But when he just landed on Dave, they was slappin' him up (they was)

We don't even count our hats, we just spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' and rackin' 'em up

They say the opps outside, here go a gun

You gon' show me you savage, or what?

Nissan without windows, the bird put up and we jumpin' in traffic, or what?

Damn, he got hit all in this shit

That's what he get tryna get on a bus

Out here trickin' on hoes, lil' bro 'nem'll count two minutes to send us some dust

I really hate all the same, especially the goofy-ass niggas who worked Rutt

Please don't tweak it, don't tweak it, don't get fucked up out here tryna show you tough

I'm finna up me an M again, which one of you niggas wanna call my bluff?

Got a lil' bitch from the D, I done fucked so good she done went to go buy me some Buffs

You can check my name, I ain't told on shit

I say, "I don't know," when I'm in them cuffs

Now he wanna kill me, niggas be crazy, mad at me 'cause his sister's a slut (that bitch a ho)

Did all that talkin', but the bitch-ass couldn't say shit when I popped up the cut (come here)

If the feds ever hear these songs, I promise I'm up in the stu' just makin' shit up

Yeah, you got a BBL, is it soft or it's hard? Let me see it do a jiggle, or what?

If Woo want Marshall one more time, I'm gon' dig his bitch-ass up

Caught him on Christmas, he wasn't in the spirit

It's cool, we still lit his dumb ass up

This bigger than Biggie and 'Pac

We don't care where you at, who you with, we still hittin' 'em up

We had to come take his life, do I feel bad? Hell nah, he wasn't livin' it up

Yeah, you gettin' a little bit of paper

But when you compare with me, you ain't gettin' enough

Few tried to come slide and die, that shit so funny, I guess he ain't givin' it enough

Opps textin' the phone, I text back, "S-Y-B-A-U," shut this bitch ass up

When I turn twenty-three, I need a hundred million

And two white hoes with big-ass butts

He say he a gangster, but on weekends he be outside gettin' drunk off Cut'

I know he mad as fuck, got the bitch right here in my crib gettin' drunk off nut

If you wanna catch you a body, just bang my line, let me know, I'm gon' give you a tut' (tutorial)

I don't know about other rappers, but every time they play with my name, somebody get touched

I don't even gotta get up close, I can dump it from deep, my glasses be comin' in clutch

I ain't checked on Dave since he got shot

I bet he gon' say it ain't hurt that much

It ain't no nigga or gang that say that they ain't up on us

'cause it ain't no such

He had his gun and froze, he baby boy, they had to tell him, "Bust"

Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't ready to shoot that gun, nigga

And get that hand out your gun if you ain't gon' shoot it when you need to, nigga

Go put that gun down and pick up a book, you bitch-ass nigga

If you ain't got no money to bond yourself out, put the gun down