She Runs Hot / Don't Bug Me When I'm Workin'

[Intro: Young M.A] Aw man, the squad is here RedLyfe Pain Gang You already know I'm happy everybody did they Chiraq Now the squad 'bout to get on this shit And straight murder everything Brooklyn style You already know nigga It's Young M.A, remember that nigga Finny Music [Verse 1: Young M.A] My squad is a bunch of niggas with no manners We hold hammers Better duck when that gun flash, no cameras No jammin', my gun blammin' Your bullets flying but not landing God damnit, my hands cramping This big cannon do big damage Heat on my side, my hip tanning My nigga Danger keep the grip near him They shot my nigga like 5 times but he's still alive and he's still standing B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09 I swear to god it would be problems if that nigga was still alive Tell these niggas don't fuck with me I'm not in the right state of mind Put the Desert Eagle to his forehead and make the nigga have a change of mind Stop talking that tough shit cause you dyke bitches ain't bout that Heard niggas out here rattin' so I had to set up my mouse traps Blow a stack and I bounce back Hit me up for that loud pack Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush Got white widow, a whole pound of that Fuck a squad, I'm three deep You got 10 niggas that's 10 sheep Plus these pussy niggas don't want beef Cause they all chicken, 10 piece I'm in Crown Heights, I'm in Bed-Stuy I'm in Brownsville, I'm in C.I I'm in east New York where them things bump If a nigga die we don't talk, shh That's Brooklyn nigga Them TEC-9s'll cook a nigga Turn his brains into pudding nigga I'm not a killer but don't push a nigga I swear to god I will pull it nigga Middle finger to them lookin' niggas You say you got shooters on the roof Well I got shooters in the bushes nigga Never ever been a pussy type But I know a lot of pussy dykes Your shit's trash, you can't rap And the engineer should've took your mic You ain't a thug, you the mushy type Fall in love and be hooked for life You the type that'll kill your bitch If she tried to leave and get booked for life I'm really a calm nigga but the niggas round me is really rowdy I'm the type if I don't fuck with you Don't come near me, don't come around me This loud pack that we smokin' on Got the whole car lookin' really cloudy I'm riding 'round in that white Chevy but my next whip is that black Audi It's Brooklyn nigga, that's King's County Niggas hate, don't know a thing about me Only real niggas I bring around me Fuck your foriegns, I rock Jordans With a tank top and a Jesus piece That flashy shit you niggas wearing really don't mean shit to me I got young boys that'll rob you For your ACs and credit cards too With that 380 it ain't hard to So cooperate or they sparkin' you I was born alone, I'ma die alone Fuck friends I don't need any I love money, I get money I got money and I got plenty Mr Hayes, when they let you out I'm right there with them weapons out You a fake blood, a disloyal nigga And they gone have to bring them stretchers out Cause I'm not playing 20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga You killed my brother now you rest nigga Naw, fuck that, I got more to say I know these hoes ain't loyal Motherfucker I wasn't born today Fuck M.O.B, I'm M.O.E I'm just tryna grind and duck the Ds I told niggas I don't gang bang but for my bro I throw up them Bs It's Pain Gang, RedLyfe Don't fuck with them and don't fuck with me This is Brooklyn nigga, what the fuck you mean? [Verse 2: cupcakKe] I say "Murder, murder!" Tell a bitch I might hurt her I'mma act like a waitress Cause any bitch talking that shit, I think I might serve her I'm from the city of Chi-raq With my right hand you get smacked And I ain't talking no ass shaking when I say I'm making that clap We got other cities intimated like we a motherfucking horror movie Fruity ass little sweet niggas I call they ass my fucking smoothie Fuck with me when I come through knock a hoe off her feet no kung fu And I don't even need no Tims on cause I'll stomp a bitch in my house shoes I'll wear you out like my underwear cut you off like my pussy hairs I'm like a backyard with them pitbulls you better tell that hoe she better be aware Cause I'm putting on for my city , I'm a give this beat no pity I will make you fuck and suck my guys and then expose how yo pussy friendly It ain't on my wrist but they watch how I'm flipping bricks on the block I been slept on for a lil minute, but it's my time with no clock On the Internet I get blocked, but we don't block shit we just box I'm a nigga strapped with the fucking rifle we'll shake yo ass out cho socks They be like damn she from the hood where that bang bang sound good Where you hear that Iraq and that Chiraq we dont explain shit it's understood On Fox News we drilling highest rates of the killings Cause we dont wait for you to come through we'll just break your neck in yo village Don't come in my city fucking up shit I'm only 16 and I'm fucking up shit Now how many licks of my cherry pop you better tell yo nigga come lick Chiraq where all the niggas be rapping I'm 16 and I'm trappin' And I ain't fucking these niggas even if the niggas was strapping How these bum hoes siddity? That broke bitch counting pennies Dont come in my city flexing on Harris Better take yo ass back to Denny's damn! [Interlude: BB Spook] Yeah, BBG, nigga This ain't no muthafuckin' Chiraq, nigga We got a lot of stats And we got a lot of catch, nigga And we catch a lot of rack, nigga BBG [Verse 3: BB Spook] BBG the team Of course I'm the fucking captain Every time I turn around I'm hearing shit about niggas chappin' Everybody know damn well You a fucking fraud, that nigga acting Everybody know damn well My brother shoots, we do the clappin' A couple months ago (damn) Everything was fucking cool Now you see us, in the mix We killing shit, making moves Getting money, busting Glocks Nothing you can fucking tell us Hating all on Instagram My bitch is like, "He fucking jealous!" How the fuck you hate on that And you was tryin' to get a song with 'em Now your friend, acting like Like like you don't even get along with 'em You seen us in the booth with 'em You mad just cause we cool with 'em? Hating ass, bitter niggas Fuck is we gon' do with 'em You mad cause we just cool with niggas? Dawg, that's just hood shit Niggas watchin, niggas lookin' Like like, like oh shit That boy Spook, he fucking wild Dawg, he don't never chill I never been that type to bite My fucking tongue, and I never will Niggas got a lot of beef That they ain't never fucking handle But they throwin' shade on us Like god damn, it's a fucking scandal Every beef I ever had Just know that shit got fucking handled Say my name in your fucking rap So you know that that's a fucking gamble Niggas know that Spook deal Niggas know I keep it real You throw shots, I throw 'em back And I don't give a fuck if you with your girl That's what it, comes down That's just what it boils to We young niggas, we shinin' hard And I know that shit just boils you Be sick when I come home I need a Glock with a fuckin' lad I got thirty shots in my fucking Glock And right now, dawgs, it don't even matter I'm getting money Fucking bitches Tell them haters leave me be I'm throwing hoops, I'm dishing rock My niggas call me CP3 I only rock one setting One hood, one street That's one hood, that's one block That's one set, no not three That one block that I fucking rock That's just where my niggas be That's one set, that's one block That's one street, and that's BBG [Verse 4: Tyga] Know some Hoover niggas that's down to ride For a homicide, when its drama time Niggas thinkin' that they MCs Can't get touched, well its hammer time Who the fuck is Lil Durk? I dust you like ash and purp Your flow wack, my flow crack Got marble floors, your floors crack Got rap shit, mice traps These niggas broke, need ankle wraps Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap My niggas 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juice Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon H rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dog You're a real one, I owe you Shot at them niggas when you heard the news If your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool Might get trapped in Vegas too, call Mally Mall he with Big U I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field 20 million, LK real With Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw upper echelon No Lil Jets just G5's Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty My Maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain't got one? Don't talk my language I’m king shitting on yo bitch Southpaw and we in the gym Tryna be a baller? End up like Flip in "Above The Rim" You too small like Smeagol I’m swatting the mosquito I’ll put you under the earth now it’s a garden on your tombstone You shit stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo You from Illinois? I'll bring the noise You ain't platinum? Don’t talk to me. Grammy nominated? Don't talk to me 20 Million? Don’t talk to me It's levels to this shit boy, you basement? Don't talk to me You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with! [Verse 5: The Game] Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Blood Money, Cash Money Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Cash Money, Blood Money Ain't got no time for this rap shit, rap money, drug money I'm straight nigga, straightjacket! Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchet Big U let a nigga get some matches I'ma torch the building this La Familia Pull up and spin a nigga backwards Light it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood (Gotta channel DMX) Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr) That chopper going through walls This beef shit? That's me shit. Pull up bangin' that Meek shit That monster truck pull up side of that Benz? (Niggas ain't saying nothin') Choppers aimed at yo whip, nigga! (Niggas ain't saying nothin') Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga! (Niggas ain't saying nothin') Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga! (Niggas ain't saying nothin') T Raw? I got you, don't trip, nigga! First off lemme go on 40 Glocc again Talk about my kids on Instagram? Nigga must wanna get his ass socked again! Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him Don't make me resurrect Pac again! You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and them Have a bitch nigga running to the cops again It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (Green Light) That mean go nigga, if you ever see this ho nigga, on mama nigga it's a (Green Light) From where my nigga died to Riverside, even your niggas know it's a (Green Light) Better run through the red ones, fuck around and be a dead one (Jump in the middle of beef, cause I don't like no one) (Step behind these bars and I don't write not one) (Niggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns) (Just close your eyes and that light gon' come) I don't fuck with no new niggas, they like to sue, no woo nigga Tyga hit me like "Durk dissing" Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga? Never heard of these niggas Some of the nerve of these niggas Don't make me put on burgundy nigga Let the AK *gunshots* I'm serving these niggas Yo T raw, time to murder these niggas Black suburban these niggas I'm taking bitches, I'm taking chains, yeah I'm Young Bergin' these niggas Ain't start making guns when they made you nigga Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga And I know Hoovers, I know 60s (I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too) Move in on them 50s (I got niggas on west and the Southside of Chi too) Pull up in an 87 Cutlass Throwing bullets like Jay Cutler Fuck this, what's this? Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough shit Put a nigga on like Trukfit I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands Got damn I am what I am .45 go blam with no jam Bring a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spam Nigga dip through your set like Killa Cam I'm talkin' to the man, with no fans This is a DM with no gram Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah Hit a 300 with my little nigga Sosa Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out here Old man and the capitol hill is out here On the low end, all my BD niggas bring the dope in BD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head If you getting money nigga hold your bread Rock my Pelle P like L.E.P., them Bogus Boys? They Fuck with me I fuck with stones till I OD' 69, Seven Deuce Marshalville I mean Murderville Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill She from the Chi, but she ain't shy She ain't never met a nigga who can't die I'm so Southside I'm so Northside I'm so Westside, nigga "Ain't I?" Got more niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay) I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye') I'm on the low end with my nigga Parkay (with my nigga Parkay) And he A GD, but it's free Bump J 4CH but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark Tale OG like a car sale Chopper spins, you do cartwheels Lil Durk under a lil dirt (And nobody knows you) Dis ain't what they want! (Nobody knows you) (Bitch I thought that was Future's song!) (I'm bout to show you) You done caught yourself a Little L dog (Man nobody knows you) [Interlude: The Game] (Man nobody knows you) (nobody knows you) [Verse 6: Nicki Minaj] Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time Sign up, it's recruitin' time Big wigs, with a suit and tie And them big things got two inside Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas? Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas I don't tell niggas, I show niggas And it's never less than like 4 niggas (Four-four) 4 wings and some french fries Hot sauce and ketchup nigga He telling and he hiding But real niggas still catch a nigga Cop Raris? I don't test drive 'em Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em These niggas that I roll with Don't let a single thing get by 'em King pins and them drug lords Chi-Town, no gun laws Broke bitches that talk shit? Now them the bitches I stunt for Malcolm X daughter, came at me Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy Rolled out with some Latin Kings And some eses in 'em plain khakis Smack bitches, no smack cam Closed fists, no back hands Pop pussy on a hand stand They suckin' dick like it's band camp Call Webb and then call Nitty Queens niggas in, it's all hoodies Kidnappin' and then rob niggas Call D-Roc for a biggie Pussy ass little rap niggas I fucked with real trap niggas Pop star, icon But I send niggas, come snatch niggas I'm with EBK, you on EBT Got a black nine, call it BET School niggas, get a GED And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G Got a money fetish, I'mma fly to Venice Got a big house, I can play some tennis Lil Herb, what's good? I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good [Hook: Lil Herb] Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty, I'm really with it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man 'round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it [Verse 7: G Herbo] I'm a young nigga, I be gettin' money Take your bitch from you And these niggas don't get no respect I'mma stay 100 'til I'm 6 under Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150 For every nigga that's gon' come with me I'm on Roc Block with a new semi And a blue Bentley, it do 160 Smoke a lot a of weed, like fuck kidneys Put a dutch in me, got a 40 on me I don't trust any, and if any nigga ever try to end me I'mma die shooting, prayin' God forgive me You too busy hating, you can't get no paper Why are y'all so silly? Straight killers I can call so many, I don't love no bitches But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki I'm in Hollywood, came from Kingston Food Shorties standing, in the streets with tools Where I'm from we don't play no games Ain't no April fools, you will make the news Where I hang, we don't say no names If you talk to cops, I stay away from you Keep your mouth shut in them investigations You'll be out the station, in a day or two Dedication and a little patience Lead to domination on my way to greatness Don't put yourself up in a situation Puttin' my relations, in your conversations Shoot a opposition, with no hesitation You get my position, then you better take it Know some young bulls from a while back Tryna leave the game but they never made it I got old shit, killin' your shit On a couple tracks I just never played it Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis [Hook: G Herbo] Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty, I'm really with it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man 'round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it [Interlude: G Herbo; Nicki Minaj; Dwayne Kyng] Gang, gang, gang shit man You already know how I'm rocking man This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man SB just gave me the nine with the green beam Just give me the green light Letting niggas have it man We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Macs man 30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want When you want it man, let's get it And I ride dolo from state to state Even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens Let's get it Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve I might give you a new trick every week 'Til this album drop, I don't know I figured they want some more, I'ma give you some more Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips, with 'em nigga! Chea! So you thought I was playing games? Okay That was just a warning, but this the real thing Let's get it [Verse 8: Dwayne Kyng] If them niggas is Chiraq, then Maryland Afghanistan Get a drum or some'n, we got hella bands We taking shots, no Instagram Saying that was weak, but yo shit was lame Thought I was joking, this ain't no game You wearing snapbacks in yo videos I put a cap back through yo fucking brain Like a dragon, you will get slain These fakes, man, it's hard to maintain You dressed like Madea You high off that reefer Smoking louder than your speakers You a pussy, boy, I can see you twerk Lift up them panties I see yo fucking miniskirt Like A$AP, I put in work Demolish yo ass, put you in the dirt For that sleep talk, put you in a hearse You a copycat, don't act stupid Show no love, I am not Cupid Like 2Pac, I'm so ruthless Gotten no sex in 3 months Like yo left hand, you better get a grip Like MC Hammer, too legit to quit You already know I be with the shit Talking 'bout my girl, why you say that When you look like a fake-ass K Camp? No lie, I state facts Yo, waitress, where my drink at? With this L, you better take that, no P Diddy Run my town and I run my city Headshot, that's a red dot, make you look like a Buddhist Jaz said, "Please don't do this" This dude just so clueless Get chewed up with chopsticks, that's RiceGum Joyride but it's not fun I don't gangbang, I don't shoot guns, I drop bars You 'bout to get [?] in jail Droppin' mixtapes, but they all fail Like Rogaine, we in here Life's a bitch and it ain't fair Grinding while I'm shining Got bars like Verizon That's everything I put my mind in Man, listen (yo!) Fuck the competition, I'm the opposite I'm feeling like I'm 'bout to go berserk on you niggas No diss track but the only bars you drop is the ones that I see on Twitter, my nigga Dwayne be the best and I already know We got famous because of these loopholes Keep it 100, you keep it 50-50 Talking 'bout my girl, I'll be the inner jiffy "Headshot" is just rough sex "Warning Shot" was just a quickie You notice that I'm the king now You my prince now, you my Little Jimmy Wish a nigga would like Timmy Turner The beat was hot, I put it in the furnace Had to school these kids, they wasn't learning After the headshots, and that's picture perfect (Perfect!) [Verse 9: Meek Mill] You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked Uh Niggas know the rules in my hood If you touch me, you get murked We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, And get ya hearse Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear, with that gold on 'em We ain't swinging no flag, nigga We ain't need no pass, nigga Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us Everybody wanna talk bricks, 'till them feds Swoop in and grab niggas Dream chasers got into something We don't ever blink, cause we trash niggas I don't know if y'all heard about What my homie do with that 30 out Deen Buck still in the cut and state fittin' to let Ernie out I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'Bout that other homie, that you heard about Cause, if he heard about, that you run your mouth He come to your house and start swervin' out Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank Only time its Manhattan, when I'm in the booth, or I'm in the bank Summertime in La Marina, with Dominicans, going in the paint Pullin' up, screamin' "Eh, Dimelo'?" Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, pussy You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked [Verse 10: Lil Durk] (Yeah, Meek what up? Bang Oh, man in Chiraq) Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin' Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret Can't tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta keep it secret That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out Four birds in the trap like 4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched Ask Mally Mall to get his shit back In Chiraq, don't come here You ain't from here? Don't come here Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him 30 punch like Tyson Back to the rap flow, hot shit Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks Every city I go, got sticks Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks Say I'm on top now, no shit You can never say I, wife shit I don't even like shit I just pipe shit One night shit LA with killas and thuggers New York SlowBucks them my brothers A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger We gonna shoot shit up in public And they gotta urge to take Chiraq, look at the murder rate 500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48 [Verse 11: Shy Glizzy] You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim Everybody trynna get a hold of him Bad bitches, they be in Benz I knock ‘em down like bowling pins Feds snatch me, I don’t know them Real nigga, on 4nem Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim Hangin’ out the tank with Slow and them Come take a trip to D.C Hear a lot of Me and see GG I’m the big dog I’m ringing off Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece “Glizzy, Why you ain’t D.C.?" "Who said I ain’t D.C.?" Fuck ya bitch to my CD She lemme record her like Mimi A nigga playin', it’s lights out Oo, Shine got me iced out Stay low, cause the mice out You only get fly when the Mikes out Wait till it get nice out Tell Chino bring the bikes out Got 50 guns in my trap house You better off fucking with the White House I’m the realest youngin' in the fucking world I got plenty money, I got plenty girls Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl Had her come to us with the marble pearls Glock 23, treat her like my girl 357, that bitch just twirl Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald [Interlude: Meek Mill] You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked [Verse 12: Montana of 300] Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, (ha!) hey man, go that way B Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you niggas, man, straight up, man Y'all niggas better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15 I been ballin Could've skipped college I'm a bad boy with that big popper 12 gauge when I head shot him Bust his head open like a pinata Like Percy Miller I've been bout it Come find your ass like Bin Laden I kill a clown over my guala Don't give a fuck if it was 10 dollars Don't trust niggas don't trust bitches I know these ho's like a pimp scholar And it's MOB till the day I drop And these stupid thots don't get nada And these dick riders try to steal from me Gon feel the heat when that lead pop em I whack a bitch and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms Bought a new gun with two clips I can't wait to use it And that bitch stick to my hip like I glued it I hope you do trip as soon as you do it I'll pull that bitch out K-9 unit And kiss your ass goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's smooches No top that's clueless I'm ruthless, I do this I'm ballin these ho's, yeah, they all on my pool stick And you mad at your main bitch cause that bitch bumpin my new shit Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty Keep the green on me like a jets jersey Tell a opposition I ain't never worried Keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry I can see you pussy like a miniskirt Keep talkin you gon get it first And the toughest with you gon' get it worst Now go order up about 20 shirts RIP with they face on it, had to show they ass how that semi work Yeah they got smoked April 21st The next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse Always sayin somethin' but ain't sprayin nothin' When it's beef I don't wait for nothin' If I see a opp broad day in public Then I'm shootin shit like Azae Production Got word they be out there every night I'm talking deeper than Barry White We gon' ride past with that iron blast And start flipping niggas like Jessie White They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice And I'm fucking monster in a pair of Mike's and this 40 on me looks very nice I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk bitch I hunt Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump This bitch got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk But for today it's riding shotgun since niggas like to front And if this nigga run and this nigga done, I'ma soak a nigga like he in the tub These rappers acting like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up Fuck niggas I never like 'em, got no problem with killin' one I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a fuck I remember way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell To us she was a loving mother but to other motherfuckers she was clientele And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I told her that I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns And kill every nigga that done sold her crack It's almost 20 years later, now she finally sober But that was the shit that I prayed about I thank God I made it out Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't shit to debate about If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters Be outside your crib like we stakin' out It's really fucked up in my city I'm sorry but I'm bout to add to the body count I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be 'bout My choppas, they shit on them bitches, when spittin, I think they might got a potty mouth I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body yall Keep runnin' your mouth I'ma run in your house Paramedics they gonna' bring bodies out I'm sonnin you niggas like J. Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out I caught his ass takin' the garbage out Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out Black on black everything We own black everything That's the motto when we ridin' out The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine Shoutout to my daddy he taught me how My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a slaughterhouse I am the one that they talk about I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out That money be callin', I won't stop ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now See niggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now? I'm a dough stacking Dope rapping, no lacking Po' packing, Four blasting Soul snatching, toe tagging, cold bastard Better close your mouth or get a closed casket Show you what I'm saying like closed captions Put them in two, make them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic I'll put the chopper to a nigga top, and then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit, and get straight face, that's no passion I'm the illest nigga that you ever heard I'm the flyest killer that you ever seen If a fuck nigga ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline Bitch I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask About to kick door like karate class Ask a nigga where he hide his stash He better tell the truth like a polygraph One false move and that shotty blast Leave a nigga stiff like a body cast And we don't know nothing about nothing nigga, we was out of town If somebody ask Real shit, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I ain't bailing on them Be with real niggas, doing real shit If I get caught, I ain't telling on them No tool, I ain't never going Iron Man with that metal on him Only God knows where the hell I'm going Make a nigga wish he was never born These niggas broke, put a brace on 'em I'm super fly, put a cape on them I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them while they hate on them From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat like I play for them I'll come at night and put the nine on them With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan, (DeAndre Jordan, DeAndre Jordan) I'll come at night and put the nine to them With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan [Verse 13: Rell] I was kicked out with my shit out But I been out with my pen out The paper here when I dish out I got a thick snout when that fish out I want the money, cars, got the hoes But that skrilla all on my search route No growth spurts but my money sprout Got a bad bitch with a fat ass When she twerk out that's a workout But the first scout, I done passed out With her ass out and my cash out She opened up and I splashed out I done broke the [?], bring a cask' out I'm the best in it and the last out I'm the last out and the best in it Y'all hiding niggas bring the mask out Y'all garbage niggas keep the trash out If you talkin' shit you better watch your mouth Cause your snot box will get busted out I don't talk 'bout it, I walk it out I'm 19 and my stance strong My money green and my pen lean I'm a damn fiend for this damn green Hit the damn scene with the fam, homies, and the damn team I been here and I been there Her pussy wet, no swimwear But I'm in there with my army gear Can't trust hoes, don't trust niggas Just trust yourself and your fucking figures I did this and I did that Her pussy fat, I did that and I did this And I'm all about my business And there ain't no competition, I'm vicious In the booth I put a nigga on the hit list Dear god can I get a witness? I slayed that and I slaughtered this Cause I'm a motherfucking menace nigga I'm 19, when that light green She might scream for that pipe me These light bars for that ripe cheese Homies got bars for that hype fees I got loud, come holler at me Etcetera, some OG A quick talk for that QP And I'm out the sky with a blue dream Brooklyn where I reside at Money all in that sty rack A couple niggas that's OT If you can't handle, they'll fly back Studio, and I'm on beats No time for me to get sidetracked In the booth steady going skytzo I'm working hits with my mind strap Can't stop me then fuck with me Or follow up, get in line scrap Fuck you and who you fuck with This money here, this paper fat Gotta grind so I'm a go-getter Niggas fake and I'm so realer Beat war and I'm a gorilla MJ and I'm so Thriller Can't fuck with me, I'm that nigga You typing scared, nigga that figures I can take your thot, I bring back figures Flipping musically with a couple hitters That's [immune?] to get it with a crip triggers Gotta hit a nigga, backflip a nigga Pistol whip a bitch and ziplock a nigga Go kill a nigga when he feeling froggish Throw me a beat and I'm getting on it And I'm getting on it and I'm shitting on it A bad bitch in my radar, I'm murking it, then I'm dipping on it In the booth spitting and I'm killing on it And I'm living on it Pay attention bitch cause my dick enormous And they looking gorgeous and they getting on it And they only want me cause a nigga ballin' [Verse 14: La Montana] It's RedLyfe, man it's RedLyfe Man it's RedLyfe, ain't no joke Rollin' with so many blue 30's nigga would've thought I was loc Call my [?] up, said I'm heavy up, man a nigga need that coke 'Cause my boaty niggas wade, and my Russians need that dope Stay with that four-five for niggas thinking I'm [?] Yeah kiate la boca 'fore I hit 'em when I drove by [?] any nigga approach La, you know why 'cause they no lie If you know La, I don't lie If I say so you gon' die I'm the shit, more niggas than a [?] Done pimped more bitches than Don Juan I'm pimping right now while the song's on My bitches don't play, them 30's on My niggas don't play, our arm is long Feeling like Jordan nigga, this our song 23 hour shifts all night long Y'all regular niggas act like shones That 40 cal gon' take him away Like a landlord I put him in place Nigga dead from a pole off the waist Seperate his head from the front of his face Take his legs, turn them under his waist Bitch ass feds tryna build a case Lookin' ass niggas, I'll give 'em DNA I fuck your wife and I nut in your face [Verse 15: Timmy D] Everybody who I'm with Strapped down with AR's and mack First nigga get outta line Get mopped up with this thirty clip Niggas talkin' this world shit When I see niggas we sayin' shit We the same niggas, no fuck boys Smoke a lotta good, we makin' noise BBG nigga, we the winning team Nigga and I touched a lotta green And I fucked a lotta hoes You niggas don't do it how we do it 36 oh, that's a brick nigga And the claims are coming like Wal-Mart Yo, Spook and me writing from the start We don't care what's happnin' just know we clappin When the tappin' is with the action All my niggas they shoot us, nigga All my niggas we move, nigga Fuck around with y'all ho niggas [inaudible] in your trees, nigga Surfed up, we ain't done Perked up and I'm racked up Summertime, we gon' strap up [Verse 16: Muga Meech] Back block, we don't fuck around (we don't) Free baby 'fore the touch down Backed in, bitch would let me fuck Got me all up in them guts now Imma fuck a bitch, where them licks at Dawg gotta stick, we gon' hit that And we bringin' around pounds like a Kit-Kat Probably be there 'fore we get back I bomb shit, no TNT We checking shit, say CNP What's on my grind, that's all the time Got a Meech on the sides that's satisfied Bitch all you got was Dennis Rod Them days in the [inaudible] All them shootoffs we done survive Flow [inaudible] [inaudible] Damn my niggas, they down to ride Come at me, that's a homicide Come a nigga bullet he fishin' for the ride Got money, power, enemy 'spect [inaudible], when I roll the dice Me and Quaddy Goon tryna talk about life When I be on the lean, he checks with a Sprite [Verse 17: Quaddy Goon] Man, y'all never get me on shit like I can't rap Hey, yo, cut the fucking beat back on before Spook get back Qu-Qu-Quaddy Goon's up in the mix I'm bustin tracks, I'm getting licks Any problem I'm coming over They coming through, they drilling shit Text your bitch, she coming through She coming through, she sucking dick Suck my dick so good, I'm like "God damn, you dirty bitch You dirty bitch, you dirty bitch" Ho you never even heard this Young nigga, spitting bars And I hop on tracks, I be hurting shit Ho you don't even know me Ho you don't even know Spook Ride around in that Challenger Turn up in that coupe Getting money, fucking bitches That's just what we do You already know the team BBG my crew!