Hey, key that.

We can talk numbers, what your tribe do?

On your P's, go for six.

Zips, go for two.

We could be some sinners and just try you.

Ooh, I was trying to keep it cordial with him.

He find the other side, he flagging to them other niggas.

He charging three, four, a P, trying to bubble with him.

Small for a show, a shooter, hotter place than him I guess he thought he was gon' eat some for the upper's dinner

Smoke again, toy longer, wanna catch up with him.

And Uncle Doman, all that ho shit, cause I'm a nigga.

Our people finna ride away, bouncing off the drug.

Feel the bar.

If I got bought, then we gon' bought something.

That ain't out that Dizzy, that's a whole hundred.

Mile around, poppin' rounds, he do no clutching.

He got brothers and his belt stripes to show for.

We gon' keep this shit straight like I'm going for.

None of my niggas don't do snitching or no wars.

Pistol grippin', he a fella showin' no remorse I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brutal force A nigga send a non-snitch in and who the source?

Trey Trey, Scotty Pimpin' when I do tour I matured, I remember I was immature Rich nigga, I remember I was fuckin' poor

We can talk numbers, what your trap do?

On your P's, go for six.

Zips, go for two.

Uh-uh, we could be some sinners and just try you.

Ooh, I was trying to keep it cordial with him.

He find the other side.

He flagging to them other niggas.

He charging three for a P, trying to bubble with him.

Small for a show, a shooter, how to play center.

I guess he thought he was going to eat some for the upper center.

Smoke again, toy longer, want to catch up with him.

And I'm condoning all that whole shit because I'm a nigga.

Our people feeling mad, way bouncing off the drug.

I'ma show you what that trap do But next a nigga hit him with that red boot

I ran the M's up and they ain't have a clue I told my bitch I fucked her, she won't fuck her too My young nigga pull up, let the tougher loose

They ain't even catch them, they ain't had the proof Ain't no playin' with my grandma, she no voodoo I'm still walkin' with a stick, the boss might shoot you

P's go for ten, the zip go for three.

I'm the fucking CEO, so you get tired of me.

I can take your check cause he ain't got it right.

Yeah, you got the green, but you ain't got the white.

P's go for six.

Zips go for two.

We could be some sinners and just try you.

Ooh, I was trying to keep it cordial with him.

He find the other side, he flagging to them other niggas.

He charging three for a P, trying to bubble with him.

Small for a show, a shooter had a place in him I guess he thought he was gon' eat some for the upper's dinner

Yeah.