[Intro]
Y'all making this sh*t more serious than what it need to be
Dough. Quit playing with me
[Verse 1]
New n*ggas hatin', wait, I know what's wrong now
Watch cost a restaurant
Pinky ring a condo
Better hand cuff her cause we're taking n*ggas b*tches
Choppers snappin' like we tryin to take you n*ggas pitches
The dealer sh*t keep whipping with me like a slave master
You kill that n*gga now, you get paid after
Not only I told n*ggas I show n*ggas
How to purposely sh*t on gold diggers is you absolute n*gga
I bought you round rose sippers
I don't do too much talking, I smoke n*ggas
Yeah, welcome to the land of the lost
It was they block, but we ran them n*ggas off
It was his b*tch till that pinner in my Porsche pulled up
Like oh, forget that broke n*gga, f*ck
I like to play but nowadays I mostly coach n*ggas
Don't speak no beef under the rug we approach n*ggas like what?
[Verse 2]
Hey hey, what you said Lord n*gga?
For less then that people end up dead Lil n*gga
Streets wanna know if you really getting paper
Uh baby mother you're f*ckin with hotel you take her
If you don't keep with a hundred, streets wanna know that
Run you out your on hood, n*gga you can't go back
My name ain't on papers my n*gga I ain't no rat
Money too bigger, my pocket I can't fold that
Uh nite time shooter out n*ggas bustin teks
They credit cards scamin or their bustin checks
We killed them in the hood like what the f*ck is next
He make me sure we eat, so show the plug respect
And them n*ggas you look up to their look up to me
Probably the only rapper that show you how to cook up a key
Disco's out to doughs that you choose to use disrespect through views
On a real n*gga like me
I'm getting money saluted if you feel just like me
Say what's up if you trying to make a few mills just like me, yeah
Streets wanna know n*gga
Streets wanna know n*gga