got twenty pointers on my neck
got the rollie face flooded with baguettes
my bro just touched down with a brick of fent'
we don't tolerate no disrespect
shoot up your mama love house with this baby tec
i see you niggas' jewelry and i ain't impressed
i always knew that we would take it far
how we take your corner and make it ours
mayweather take his ratchet when he play the yard
he see an opp and leave his face with scars
and a wraith with stars in the roof
go ask your favorite rappers what's in they garage
i got more money than the ceo and a&r
youngin holdin' that chopper like he play guitar
i whip the yayo in the mayo jar
fronted my man a thirty-one on thanksgiving
that's what he thankful for
i text flee lord top of the top
i was up early with a block and a pot
look how i bounced back after gettin' shot in my top
bitch with me with a glock on her crotch
used to play the block with a knot in my socks
hit a nigga with a lock in the sock
forty pointers what i got in the watch
we runnin' shit and we not finna stop
so i'm og-in' this shit whether you like it or not
based on a motherfuckin' true story
that's what the fuck it is
you got to understand that
if you involve yourself with certain things
you need to have that shit surrounded
you don't find birds and fuckin' fish together
so you can't be a gangbang motherfucker
and have a motherfuckin' schoolboy with you
you don't need no schoolboy type of motherfucker
that's what ends up and make these punk
pussy ass niggas turn rat on you niggas