[Tech I to press my Dickies with Stay Flo Sold for my reli, Chasin peso Now they me with nothin cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the go... On you hatin ass I deserve I get, A creatin cash getter I aint the 2 on the 10 I'm makin figures You bitter, mad be fakin class with us How they thinkin they gonna and conquer us? Little Cooper hatin on a monster truck Ponder such, have you up in yonder, stuck Not a nare brotha stutter that conjure a... Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's Inside of ya is what's soundin like it's bassin Boom, Bing, All you haters in the game, Strange lane aim a damn thang sane, I get it in Want drama? Well I can fit it in We can make it so you're no a citizen Suction from you We just a dust'n All because I'm bringin the in
They leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Big On the block it was hot to not to run from the I used to cop and used to And dump my rocks at Ms. And on the late night at Ms. I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play Then one night, We up with Vill thugs dump drugs Nigga hungry for Young thugs jumped Nigga itchin for Shit was in the field, man This was too real Lost my to this shit, man shit is for real But nigga, the streets They go on the hustla All these pussy niggaz So us niggaz suffer Not for me no more hoes in the game Since I when paper foldin, man I rollin with some whiskey, Party with me Tell the Feds if they me They aint for me now Then nigga, Bet they get me So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me Big homie, Strange Resurrection, I'm
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But they aint about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm (Uh huh)
wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Messy All I do is sell dope and nigga bricks Talk bananas and talk clips Ride around and smoke with the yurner on me them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em All talkin loud will get a nigga a hit You see them cherry red Yeah, I'm the shit I bounce out, man I hit 'em up and I'll lock up you We get 'em up I wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em Click-Clack, Yanka get on There's alotta hatin, nigga Since I home Anything a do, homie It's and come with football numbers in the level 4 They bee a nigga dead, man But nathin, fuck them muthafuckaz could keep hatin
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But they aint about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)