i'm not letting no nigga get in my way
niggas start feelin' a couple of ways
got infrared beam on the stage
feelin' like i'm lil wayne
hid it from the from the gang
chill in the trap for the winter
pockets full of that dead nigga
niggas be talking that wigga
i'mma keep stackin' my jigga
lot of killers in the west
twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
i got her mom in the kitchen
bout to go in the back room with her sister
niggas they know i'm that nigga
some niggas not them real niggas
gotta watch out for them niggas
i'm just smoking on dope and it's fucking my brains
i'm riding 'round town in them rari's and range
your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
like to play with them things
i'm just getting the cake
my niggas fucked up the cake
they switching them lanes
i stay with scottie pippen
leave your body limpin' when i find that you fucked with the jakes
bullets put face on the pave
chopper put niggas in graves
bullets put face on the pave
chopper put niggas in graves
i call that that the drink
i think that that the beat
no you can't hang with me
the chopper go bang with me
them niggas can't hang with me