[Verse: Baby Para]
f*ck wrong wtcha boiiiiiiiiii
Dog was talking crazy told him pull up on me
He heard them things pop got the skirt on me
Now he tell the feds how we get money
How you a big dog but you p*ss like a puppy
We took your Jesus piece but we ain't sell that sh*t
They through that double 007 on some petty sh*t
Now I'm looking for you on some semi sh*t
Finna slide down in your little block and have your Chevy lit
b*tch I'm a dog
This sh*t right here is real life
pus*y had a fake chain but claim he got real life
Little dog didn't want to stay around so he talked to the cops
How you feel your not even iced own watch
We some money getters b*tch we live by the code
You know that we will kill your momma so that's why you told
When I catch that ass in traffic I'm a do you bold
We don't give a f*ck about the cops and that's word to big bro
[Verse: Rocaine]
Its a hot day
I'm a drop the top
Bring my money then you my teacher n*gga
Yeah I dropped out
b*tch I'm on the mothaf*cking block
With the f*cking chop
With a couple thots
That's cup by the ops
1017 glo gang
pus*y n*gga show my finger use the other hand to bang ya
Aye
Dogout smoking pounds
Flex smoking mud
Think I'm a shooter how jug jug jug
Where the f*ck is your bands at? I don't wanna play
n*gga you don't know when to go be yo last day
I don't wanna be your friend what don't you understand
I'm too muthaf*cking focused on the muthaf*cking M's
I just got a check so i bough a mac
Other in the mattress I'll teach you how to stack
Why you acting hard n*gga I know the real you
If you bring your girl with you better hope she ain't cute
Cause she rolling with the dopeman bout to knock your boots
Still doing shows, n*gga learn how to shoot
This ain't a diss song, n*gga it's the truth
I'm in ATL doing B's out the coupe
I'm a 4 4 soldia, Got the coca-cola
Have my n*gga pop ya, Like a muthaf*cka toasta
Don't say I told ya
I'm done talking witcha
Ganstas move quietly
Rocaine ya crazy
b*tch yeah I might be
[Verse 2: Baby Para]
I don't cop pleas dawg, It just not in my blood
Have them little G's come and wack you like a pint of mud
If the walls could talk, They tell you kill yoself
You lack confidence, So that's why you never showed yoself
You a pus*y and you know it, You scared and you show it
Them statements that you writing lil dawg you a poet
Dawg you a pus*y, I'm a show out when I show up
It's envy in they blood cause they know I'm next to blow up
I'm a real G. I know who I wanna be
You a fake pus*y, You ain't sh*t but a wanna be
I don't know how to act, Dawg so I rap
So when I rap, I don't act
You don't scrap, You just rat
So speaking on my muthaf*cking daddy name is wack
Cause you use to call him and back your sh*t back
And he laughed at