Yo, B, what's up, man?

What's up, nigga?

Man, tell them niggas how I feel about you.

be a millionaire.

Oh, nigga, shit.

It's still the same.

I just got more motherfucking weed to smoke and more bitches to dump.

Slangin' them rocks, dodgin' them coppers, still on the block, sign a distribution deal, then y'all will host those monsters.

out.

Now they bumping me.

Fools can't be humping me.

Ain't like some of you hoes cause I still on my company.

Still smoking them trees, scratching them leaves, don't fuck with me.

A nigga from the rich, bruh, I was born in New Orleans.

A nigga humble.

Nigga fucking, I'm ready to rumble.

We'll stick these steel toes in your ass and make some fucking gumbo.

Oh, and Cobalt got many styles.

Man, I got more fucking rhymes in my head than the ant pop.

You gotta go get sneaked.

I'ma play the teacher, Dr. Mize, motherfucker.

I guess y'all hoes fucking mad cause I done got mine.

Lyrical style with this low shit.

Never giving a fuck about you or your whole clique.

Living like them Lopes, niggas are a lick of...

Fuckin' them hoes ain't slakin' no dope.

Slakin' these tapes to the world.

So what the fuck you gotta say, Hope?

So keep my name out your mouth with this.

P don't give a fuck cause P ready to fucking feel true.

And let you know what's the clap.

Ready to bust some caps and just put the charm on them, man.

Walk like a killer.

Talk like a killer.

But did we really have them out this piece of fucking treasure?

Walk like a killer, talk like a killer.

But did we really have them out this piece of fucking treasure?

Walk like a killer, talk like a killer.

But did you really have it if I was this crazy?

Walk like a chiller, talk like a chiller.

Do you really have that power this week?

Fuck that cocaine.

Fuck that cocaine.

Fuck that cocaine.

Fuck that cocaine.

The fucking tongue was in red, man.

Give them logs up.

Fucking have them roads up.

But niggas can't talk shit because niggas, y'all ain't ready.

I got that killer in my blood, in my vein.

Fuck it, niggas.

I'm back in the hood slacking this coke cake.

I'm like Cal Gunn, we're taking niggas away.

And if you up all up, motherfucker, you better pop open that fucking door.

I walk around with two fucking cats.

I ain't tripping on the Taz, nigga, you know it.

and like that.

I got them killers that I roll with.

King George, Caddy G, C, Murty Guns, them big ass bitches.

And we on a whole nother level.

Ready to take a nigga and bury your ass with your own fucking shovel.

So if you deep talk, it's cheap.

But when you roll through the town, you better watch.

You might lose your teeth.

Cause the niggas on the hill don't give a fuck.

Shoot a nigga quick and ready to spread your fuck.

and house up.

So when you roll through the town, you know how it go.

Easy come in the game.

motherfucking hoe.

Don't check a player, check your bitch.

Cause if she open her mouth or open her legs, I'ma show her.

take some dick.

Thank you, man.

Ain't no real niggas going to no shit without

Woke like a chilla, talk like a chilla.

But then you really have the balls to speak that fucking trick.

Woke like a chilla, talk like a chilla.

But do you really have that balls to squeeze the fucking trap?

I thank God she gave some of these niggas pussy instead of giving them dicks.

I'm gonna roll them through my hood and that poop on that go.

It ain't that a nigga be stuntin', I just ain't scared of none of you hoes.

And I ain't trippin' up on that strap that she's supposed to have.

Oh, then wear your boot up, cause the real niggas get the fucking ass back.

And if you ain't down with no lender, you need to bow down.

Them niggas in the backseat.

Singing like H-Tomp.

But when you stop, bring your dead, nigga.

That's when they close your eyes.

Yeah, you walk like a killer.

You talk like a killer.

To kill like that nigga.

Like that nigga from that TRU clique?

They don't give a fuck.

My little nigga Moby Dick.

I think he'll smoke in one of y'all motherfuckers.

Mr. Servo.

Bury y'all motherfuckin' ass with your own shovel, bitch.

You know me a X down for the hood ride.

Sonia Seek, she'll spray some shit up.

You know, Silkeen Joy, Callie Deek.

Master P, we'll make your hoes lay it down in a second.

And if you want to be a part of that true clique,

You're either gonna get beat in or you're gonna have to deal with what's going on.

Because we are all real.

Gang affiliated.

Say whatever you want, motherfucker.

You walk like a killer.

You talk like a killer.

Like all them niggas from Richmond, California.