Pushers and Peddlers, man
(Yo, Prov is on fire n*gga)
Squad!
Jduce, man
RIP Ant, Long live 40
If you ain't at the table then you on the table
Gorillo on the beat
(That Slick Mix, n*gga)
Backwoods and Fastfood
Aye!
[Hook X2]
Whoa, Whoa thea
Them f*ck n*ggas can't go there
Strapped up n*gga got no fear
If you getting racks n*gga say, "Oh yeah"
Wake up and I call my plug
Traphouse, where I flip my drugs
Get fresh when I hit that club
Real n*ggas dont show fake love
[Verse 1]
Whoa thea, them f*ck n*ggas can't go there
4s up n*gga, gotta make it so clear
Make them f*ck n*ggas hate all year
Wake up and I flip that pack
Smoke weed and I move that crack
Reup gotta make that stack
I know real n*ggas got my back
Free all the real n*ggas thats gone
Send my dogs some bread for the phone
And these hoes like jail cause they ain't going home
n*ggas be loving to sub [?????]
Internet thug! He a internet thug!
n*ggas be talking and typing like they fighting like Tyson
But you dont own a gun, How you gon ride with no license?
I hold the pole I roll the dope and she ask for me
And if you disrespect the God, they gon' blasphemy!
[Hook X2]
Whoa, Whoa thea
Them f*ck n*ggas can't go there
Strapped up n*gga got no fear
If you getting racks n*gga say, "Oh yeah"
Wake up and I call my plug
Traphouse, where I flip my drugs
Get fresh when I hit that club
Real n*ggas dont show fake love