Yeah.
Someone's fucking with my chips.
And I ain't digging that shit.
It's pissing me off.
It's making me and Sledge go off.
So step the fuck off.
Motherfuckers, we some gangsters every day in hood bangs, bitch.
Open your eyes and realize we under uprise.
Brown pride soldiers blowing up.
Motherfuckers, no surprise.
Attacking you like asthma, little bitch.
Take your last breath.
Auto theft and robbery for bad influence.
Out to make a dollar, born and raised in the ruins.
Fluids and narcotics got me tripping.
So fuck you and your mama if you's messing with my chips.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my money.
I'm gonna die home.
And to put it on my hood that that shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my mom, man.
I'm gonna die home.
And I put that on the plate.
That shit ain't funny.
You don't know me, homie.
You don't owe me, homie.
My friends, I want my ends.
And you owe me, homie.
Don't ignore me, homie.
Do what you told me, homie.
Pay me a cash after the pass.
And I want some of my bricks.
Therefore, the taking don't be hating.
Like there ain't enough of it.
And all this bullshit that I'm hearing, just ignore it and shove it.
Everything acid, give a damn about what any man said.
Plus my actions speak louder than what any man said.
So check it, homie.
Cause the real deal is that nothing comes between me and my family meals.
Don't matter what they've got to eat home.
Then it's like that.
And if you come my way, try to take from me home that I fight back.
Come right back at you.
And I ain't gonna stop until I get to the top.
Cause I'm the cream of the crop.
Just like the buzz that I'm growing.
And if you don't know now, you know it.
That's the way that it's going to be.
This industry be like the sea and the fish be green.
Papa said don't be a glutton, plenty fish in the sea, son.
Don't be greedy.
You shop here what you deserve.
Right now, it's my time to start homes.
I know that I'm earning.
I'm earning.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my money.
I'm gonna die home.
And I'm putting it on my hood.
That shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my money.
I'm gonna die home.
And I put that on the clip.
That shit ain't funny.
Now someone's fucking with my money.
I put that on my hood.
That shit ain't funny.
Y'all run me if you can, but you just wasting your time.
I'm sick and tired of your shit.
No more letting you slide.
I'm letting it fly.
So homie, throw a vest on.
Try to dodge the Teflon.
Boy, you ought to know that I'm not easy to step on.
I left one loaded in the chamber for the shoot.
Remember that your life is something you cannot recoup, not pay up.
Stay up, this rap game's as dirty as it could be.
When it comes to making GZ, it's either him or me.
Me or him, I don't care.
There's plenty out there.
Don't be greedy because I need it and there's plenty to share.
We can all make thriller if we both get the wolves.
Go home car, we go roll together.
Down, forward, whatever.
Homies, I need my cheddar.
You see that this shit ain't funny.
I need my money, homies.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
And I put that on my hood that that shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my money.
I'm gonna die home.
And I put that on the click that that shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
And I put that on the hood that that shit ain't funny.
