S.Y.H. lyrics

Lately I been making all this money, and its new to n*ggas
Walk to his spot, she take a pic she tryna school da n*gga
I'm big dog I made it wit my team, I wasn't ‘sposed to
He gon' miss and then start askin' questions like its blues clues

Always kept a tool on me, case f*cked me up good
I was ridin' clean but they tryna set me up should
Said I matched the descriptions, said the car wit’ another shirt
n*ggas start shootin', had to dive behind the damn curb

Fake ass police, hopped up in his car and sped off
Then a woman scream, straight bullets must had grazed em
I turn around to see shells 'round the ground in my amazement
Ran back to the whip and thanked the lord he gave me patience

Had to be away, bust down brothers b*tch I need strits
Generation whip, i can't stop til they hear this
Then in my dreams, in her stomach where my kids live
Shoot the n*gga if he leave a finger on my new strits

He talk bout his money, he ain't never bought a section
Lyin' on a b*tch, why risk yo reputation
Always say no, u was never into questing

Choke my b*tch, she asked me til' grabbed the lube
To make a move, or on the group
Then on to you, then swinging to the rondeivu
My hands are full, im all laying wit my peices