I ain't with the right shit, oh no, oh no The type that pop shit when it come to honor I'm not no cop, I really hop under the cover
Stay fresh if that's so trippy, I might go and kill some Too late for all that other shit
Eat my chicken like raisin cakes I do like Martin Payne But I ain't with the funny shit
Oh, no, no I didn't put up on him like, oh, oh, oh Nigga, just stop bitchin'
Nigga, why you runnin'?
Just like Adam, you ain't got no jumble.
This G-Lock, you're like lightning.
This switchy here like thunder.
I let it rain on your parade, just bring umbrellas.
And you got wings just like Tazza.
It's Chico Lala.
I knock them trends all out your head.
Now you're not a roster.
I keep a full five all on my waist like Big Papa.
Ain't tell on nobody.
But I pop shit about honors Just know no rat shit, A.M.V.
I ain't with the rat shit, oh no, hold on Detect the pop shit when it come to honors
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers Stay fresh if they're so trippy, I might go and kill some
Too late for all that other shit Eat my chicken like Raising Kings I do like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit.
Oh, no, no.
I didn't put up on him like, oh, oh, oh.
I'm still the same nigga, but in pain, nigga I can never switch up on the game And I'm still the same nigga, I can't change, nigga I'm just dying to switch up my ways You take shit on a bunny, ain't getting no money But you wanna smell like this shit is a game Every day I get runny, we slime when it's sunny I'm fucking your honey, then pass it again Took my shit to get paid, nigga, different day When I'm going up, gotta watch what I say I don't gotta say, get him, but he brain different Cause mine, someone gotta pay That I'm EBK, full of these niggas is pussy I'm back in that time and I'm everything, kid Gotta move like a bully, cause I feel it moody Salute me and shoot me, cause I let it bang
I ain't with the right shit, oh no, oh no To take the pop shit when it come to honor
I'm not no cop, I really am under the covers Stay fresh and damn so trippy, I might go and kill some Too late for all that other shit
Eat my chicken like Raising Kings I do like Martin Payne But I ain't with the funny shit
Oh, no, no, I didn't put up on him like, oh, oh, oh
We'll see you next time.
You know.
Oh.
Woo-hoo!
East London,
