Intro :
*casshh moneyyy ap*
Ricky :
Yeah .. aye ...
(aye ima worry bout that part later, Just go to the hook..)
n*ggas cappin but I already Kno man .. and they know it too..
Yes sirrrr, haha yeah
Chorus :
I got some grudges that I can’t let go
Watch out for them n*ggas that you call yo bro
These b*tches want cho money ; never trust a hoe
Stack It Up, Gotta Get It ? Yeah , I kno !
(Yeah they know)..
Hook :
(yeah , they know , yeah they kno, kno, kno, kno) x4
Verse :
Heard these n*ggas plotting on me on the low lo lo lo
But I ain’t worried , I ain’t stressed hell no no no no
Cause all my shooters they on go , yeah they on go go go go
f*ck wit us , on the 4 we Gon blow blow blow blow
Don’t Be suprised when them n*ggas at cho door doe Doe Doe
Have yo ass dead lyin on the flo flo flo
Whole family ; all black front row ro ro row
And have yo mama screamin out “Lord , No, NO, NO !” (ON GOD!)
I Swear these n*ggas like to take me as a joke joke joke joke
But I ain’t gotta flex b*tch , Cause I ain’t broke broke broke broke
Coming thru yo hood shootin like Rambo bo bo bo
And if you lookin for me b*tch, I’m On The Foe , foe foe foe
Yeah, and I can't trust a soul
I Swear this world so cold
Man, these n*ggas bold man they’ll f*ck ya hoe
Damn , sh*t out here crazy man.. long as they kno I ain’t got nun to worry bout
*Hook*
Outro :
(Yeah , they kno) x8
Yeahhh..