POP THESE NIGGAS LIKE A WHEELIE NIGGA, YOU A SILLY NIGGA
IN THE HOOD WITH THEM BILLY NIGGAS, AND THEM HOOVER NIGGAS
YOU RUN UP AND THEY SHOOTING NIGGAS, WE AIN'T HOOPING NIGGA
NO KB, YOU A LOSER NIGGA, UP THAT UZI NIGGA
ON THE STOOP, CRILLS IN MY DRAWS, YOUR GIRL ON MY PHONE
SHE WANNA FUCK BUT KEEP HER CLOTHES ON, I ONLY WANT THE JAW
MAN THAT'S REALLY ALL I USE HER FOR, I KICK HER OUT THE DOOR
I DON'T WANT HER, YOU CAN KEEP THE WHORE, SHE FIENDIN' FOR SOME MORE
IN NEW YORK MY NIGGAS DON'T MILLY ROCK, MY NIGGAS MONEY BOP
BLOW A CASE A NIGGA THROWING SHOTS, I RUN 'EM OFF THEY BLOCK
QUARTER MILLI IN THE STASH BOX, I GRINDED FOR MY SPOT
NIGGAS TALKING 'BOUT THAT CASH BUT MY BAG WORTH A LOT
I DON'T FUCK WITH NO OLD HOES, ONLY NEW HOES
PUT MY DICK IN HER BACKBONE, I PASS HER TO MY BRO
I DON'T LOVE HER THAT'S A SAD HOE, SHE A BAD HOE
I'MA FUCK HER THEN I DASH HOME, TO THE CASH HOE