What's up, bloody?
Friends with no then turn enemies because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission, nah, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't ever be slipping
Because friends with no then turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission, nah, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't ever be slipping
I got my hand on my gun, cause you got me on the run
Blazing hot like the sun, nigga, I ain't the one
You better ask somebody, bout P -A -T
Hard hitting, never quitting, breaking off a big piece
Blowing on Swiss and sweets, riding in leather seats
Wrecking ace timeskis, always packing my heat
I thought you was my dog, bloody for my downfall
Because my paper was tall, back against the wall
Coming out striking like lightning, nigga, me and CB
Two trill -ass players that you really can't see
But you wanna be, can't fill our shoes
Strings tied too tight, bout to give you the blues
See your face on the news, for the drama you choose
Don't break ghetto rules and turn your back on your foes
That's the way that you lose, so survive in the game
Keep your pistol always to your side, before you get a stain
Friends with no then turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Because friends with no then turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Friends with no then turn enemies
Because the jealousy, the hatred, and the greed
They smile in your face, they talk behind your back
To bring you down, they try the hardest, never will they slack
Paper stacking, contracting is a dime on your head
Fucking with a real player, you'll be left for dead
Up against all odds, and niggas turning the broad
I keep my distance far away, never be involved
G's up, hoes down, haters faces fine
Red bands pulled up, and the eyes be right
True partners in crime, they turn partners in rhyme
S .U. to the C, but no for putting it down
And our friends with no then turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Because friends with no then turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Can't be slipping out here, ain't no time for that
Since the age of 13, always had to get
Who had my back, when my money attract
Niggas who hung around like flies and gnats
Fat pat on the mouth, and that shit's for sure
Dropping bombs like outbreak when I hit the door
I'm a freestyle pro, just to let y 'all know
Breaking mics like psych, nigga we gotta go
My sound be slow, when I'm in your trunk
Bonafide big baller, now I ain't no punk
Hot slugs what they getting, when the grudge is mentioned
Fast chasing time, facing all snitches, erasing
Intimidation, hesitation, lets me know that they faking
Hooks I'm shaking from these niggas, who they say they behaving
Plotting schemes to see a nigga fall, watch a nigga ball
24 years in this game, niggas mashing on y 'all
Friends we know when we turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Because friends we know when we turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Because friends we know when we turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Because friends we know when we turn enemies
Because we're stacking big paper
Collecting our cheese with just some G's
On a mission now, we ain't tripping
Always packing pistols, can't never be slipping
Bitch ass nigga
