[Intro]
RBE x SOB that's the game b*tch
[Verse]
Big chop when I slide, b*tch it's game time
Touch the wrong chain, whip the .40 off my waistline
Talkin' on the net, get dropped like a Facetime
Stop lyin' on the shred, lil' n*gga ain't take mine
One thing, I never lied on sh*t n*gga
Coulda did it I ain't wanna f*ck yo' b*tch n*gga
She only want me 'cause a young n*gga rich
U'll probably want to f*ck me 'cause the Forgis on the whip
They said we couldn't do it but we muf*ckin' did
All these bands in my pockets f*ck around and blew a crib
All these chains on my neck, lil' n*gga I'm a lick
n*gga out on two bails, so my shooter tote a stick
.40 on my hip, lil' n*gga I don't rumble
Smokin' on this gas, you be smokin' on that tumble
Ran off wit' the sack b*tch n*gga I don't fumble
Dumb n*gga get popped tryna axe wit' the drum hole
b*tch! The drum hole b*tch!
Fif-fifty of them shots and them shots they be semi
b*tch on my di*k get her gone off the henny
f*ck all they plottin', hatin' ass n*ggas tryna end me
RIP my brother, why a f*ck n*gga take him?
n*ggas claim you now, all these f*ck n*ggas fakin'
Take a n*gga momma hold her ass like it's Taken
Glock jammed on me, so I'm slidin' wit' a 'K clip
On my mothaf*ckin' soul b*tch I got it out the mud
Broke n*gga got the nerve, to ask for a dub
Only dub a n*gga get is 20 shots out these slugs
Soft dub, piece on me, lil' b*tch I don't hug
All my n*ggas got a bag, so b*tch we pullin' funds
All my n*ggas got chops, so b*tch we ride wit' guns
OMG you n*ggas fast, like to see you n*ggas run
Better cop a f*ckin' strap, stop usin' n*ggas guns
'Fore I run up on yo ass, use his b*tch 'til it's done
Slide down, back to back, I ain't takin' n*ggas ones
Big Glock, kick back, damn near break a n*gga arms
I'm a young wild n*gga, might f*ck a n*gga moms
Cruisin' in the candy, might f*ck her in the foreign
Pedal shift on the whip, hit the gas, I be floorin'
G-man on me, check the score, I be scorin'
I'ma die, all these drugs to the face, I be pourin'
Now a n*gga on, tryna act like he know me
n*gga claim he real, naw n*gga you be phony
n*ggas they be snakes, man these n*ggas tryna stall me
Strapped in the party, so I'm strapped wit' the .40
b*tch n*gga always speakin', n*gga come and pop off
Broke n*gga, penny pincher, worker, you a clock all
One shot to your head, blow a n*gga top off
Strip a n*gga down, now he runnin' wit' his socks off
b*tch!