02 sh*t (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Nelson on the beat
Lil b*tch, lil b*tch
Ayy, look

[Verse]
Put that on the gang imma ride for my brothers
Don't care if they wrong or they right (Gang, gang)
Don't f*ck with these new n*ggas, stay with a few n*ggas just as some helpful advice
These goofy lil n*ggas be selling they soul for a couple of likes
These goofy lil n*ggas they gon' break the code
Once they offer 'em life (b*tch)
You put in that work and you got caught and you told, so you lost all your stripes
To get stabbed in the back by a n*gga you trust
That hurt you way more than a knife
These goofy lil n*ggas don't grind for a purpose
They just want a new pair of Mikes
Shout out to them hustlers handling the business
Stay posted up like Dwight
When I was sixteen, I start toting them thangs
I was done playing nice
Every time I pop out had the pole on my side
I think I forgot how to fight (Boom, boom, boom)
Ain't ballin' my fists up, throw good like a pitcher just get out the way or get striked
You used to catch me outside all the time but now I ain't nowhere in sight
If you looking for me, b*tch
I'm somewhere lowkey countin' money and smoking on chronic
Ain't sh*t on my mind but them hunnids
Just think about hustlin' and making a profit
Ain't no point in talking if you is not family or gang and them bands ain't the topic
My chain shine so bright get that b*tch in a daze
I think that my diamonds hypnotic
Ride on my di*k, she gon' bounce like hydraulics
I beat that sh*t up like I'm boxing
Suck 'til I bust, she gon' lick up that nut, make her take in these kids like adoption
Now I walk past her like I never knew her
I can't settle down 'cause I'm poppin'
Can't make her my wife, she gon' f*ck up my life when it come to a business my logic
You savin' these hoes, you a sucker, a hero
I think you belong in the comics
I feel like James Harden, don't shoot with the left just got my Guwap off them rockets
I don't got the pole, you get woe knock 'em out with a combo and go in his pockets
Opps ain't get money, them n*ggas too bummy
They just should quit it and stop it
n*ggas be b*tches but they talk like the wit' it
I find that sh*t kinda ironic
You woof on the 'book
I'ma slide with them crooks, make a n*gga take off like he Sonic (Skrrt)
Can't no squad go at it with us 'cause we gon' f*ck 'em up when we startin' no stopin'
Come dressed in all black like I'm gothic
I be with the killers, stay with the pole like a stripper
My n*ggas demonic
You know I'm not missing when I get to the blickin' a pole with the heat like I'm Dragic
I don't got to shoot, got assassins to pay
I just give 'em a price and they c*ck it (And they c*ck it)
Put a band on your head like Ben Wallace (Ben Wallace)
I hand 'em a list and they go on a spree but them lil n*ggas ain't going shopping (Boom, boom, boom)
If we on yo ass then prepare for that casket
Keeping yo life ain't an option
Time to start slumpin', adrenaline pumping and you can get hit just for watching (b*tch)
.45 get to knockin'
Weeks later I'm cool like it's Betty be watchin'
CPDK for the jakes, I can't f*ck with the pigs like I am Islamic
And that's on my momma
I ain't for the BS, I ain't for the drama
For the days I was broke, I'm just tryna get on my glow and f*ck up some commas (Flex)
Be a young n*gga running this sh*t like the president
I'm tryna feel like Obama
Ralph Lauren everything
Double G everything
Keep on Louis and Prada
You know I be flee then a b*tch, kill a scene "Yeah, I'm guilty, I'm sorry yo honor"
[Outro]
Ayy
Lil b*tch
Yeah, I'm guilty, I'm sorry, yo honor
Aha