(Brrt)
(313 Mafia)
(You're not makin' this easy, Kyle)
Ayy, shit easy, like
That's how this shit is
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the f**k goin' on, yeah
It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt)
Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball
Hit it doin' deals, I just bought yo' mans half-off
To get you killed, it ain't a method, I'll cash y'all
B**h done made her first ten thousand dollars, think she Kash Doll
Treat the GLE like a lotto' ticket and scratch off
Doin' all that barkin', but you p**y, CatDog
We on the run for that ages, this the victory lap
I knew I had the future in my bag back in history class (man)
Gang slidin' in some shit, look like the Mystery Van
I did it masked up, crime in the D, b**h, I'm the mystery man (shh)
Phone slammin' like a piledriver (brrt)
Never set a trend, you just a style biter
F**k around and flood my teeth with VVs so I smiler brighter
Sendin' cutty to the sto' for, shit, he an isle-niner (damn)
I'll tell a b**h to kick dirt (f**k on)
Whole time, you eatin' h**s like you Big Lurch
Fanta from Japan with the Wocky, this a rich burp
Call of Duty Zombies, bro just popped his fifth Perc' (ah)
I ain't askin' nobody for nothin', that's just how I think
Toronto Raptors, not no Super Sonics, that's just how I drink (nah)
We can't hang, grabbin' Cubans, that's how I link
I was underground, now I'm higher than the mountains reach
Hundred overall, shit, my craft mastered
You ain't gon' get anywhere in life if you a half-asser (swear)
If you catch me in the club, I got a lamb platter
Dog $hit Militia, out in traffic, we some cat scratchers
It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt)
Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball
Hit it doin' deals, I just bought yo' mans half-off
To get you killed, it ain't a method, I'll cash y'all
B**h done made her first ten thousand dollars, think she Kash Doll
Treat the GLE like a lotto' ticket and scratch off
Doin' all that barkin', but you p**y, CatDog
I 'member we all used to hoop with a flat ball
Face post a Track', but my arm got a Scat on it
Thought they retired from the road, brodie back on it
I need a time machine, I'm goin' back for the Act' only
Ain't shit baby 'bout me, b**h, pockets grown man
I'm in Balenciaga buyin' sneakers like they pro kit
Millions off of rap, but I'm livin' like the dope man
I might break out if she touch me with her broke hands
You know I'm geeked up, spazzin', lights, camera, action
Trippin' off the whip-its like inhalers for your asthma
How you lit with no kit or whatever that bitch-ass said
Man, I'm somethin' like a p**p, watch yo' mouth or you get backhand
I'm in the bando with Bando, they wavy like the gang
We got d**t and ammo, them boys'll make it rain
Relax with all that green shit, you might end up a stain
I might send a freak b**h to talk him out his frames
Ain't got no money or no motion, is you playin' or you coachin'?
Put a chip in that b**h, you can hear the boy approachin'
The baddies f**' on sight, but I still ain't losin' focus
I be laughin' at these lames, they the only ones who's jokin'
It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt)
Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball
Hit it doin' deals, I just bought yo' mans half-off
To get you killed, it ain't a method, I'll cash y'all
B**h done made her first ten thousand dollars, think she Kash Doll
(Treat the GLE like a lotto' ticket and scratch off)
Doin' all that barkin', but you p**y, CatDog
