Helluva made this beat, baby
I got a hundred on this b**h, I don't miss often, for real
Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'
Come get your b**h off me, I'm known for sh*t talkin'
I'm known for script bustin'
Ain't no iffy, yeah that b**h f*ckin'
Get money, ayy that's all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that b**h, you better shoot
(You got a dollar on that b**h, you better shoot)
Thousand grams in that pot, thousand beans down the way
Thousand gram cuban on my neck, Dweller, f**k a Patek
And your b**h, she gon' f**k for a check
When you say it, say my name with some f*ckin' respect
All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred you appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my b**h, I appreciate her friend
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam n*gg*
Get chicken, I ain't never been a ham n*gg*
Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam n*gg*
RIP to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam n*gg*
Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands n*gg*
Ayy shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams n*gg*
I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here
Sh*t get ran in here, b**h I done blew a hundred bands this year
Ain't no cappin', if I get f*cked up, b**h it ain't no rappin'
It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion
We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'
These n*gg*s d**k suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain
N*gg*s lost they way 'cause with them ups, we done blew past 'em
Put these n*gg*s on they back, get these boys a coffin
They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the n*gg* head like a sea dolphin
Every n*gg* in my team want bodies like an auction
Yeah Glock forty homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, I only f**k with real n*gg*s
6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters
Yeah clout chasing, n*gg* get your b**h f*cked
On my way to Western U to get my d**k sucked
B**h head so weak, can't get my d**k up
Yeah I don't want your b**h, come pick your b**h up
B**h d**k suckin'
Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for b*tches
Play with toys, rap, and get bows in, merry Christmas
N*gg*s know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these n*gg*s
Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner
F**k it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters
All these watches, all these pouches, feel like Jerry Springer
Can't name one b**h I can't f**k
Slow down baby girl, when you suck it ain't no rush
B**h say she got a n*gg*, she look single through these buffs
Did a hark on that n*gg*, that sh*t really came in clutch
'Bout to pull up, rock a n*gg*'s sh*t like he stuck
If it ain't 'bout no money, n*gg* shut the f**k up, n*gg*
A thousand beans in her p*ssy, have your b**h stuffed
Thirty racks on this Rollie, this b**h lit up
A n*gg* reach for this b**h, get his sh*t crushed
Twenty bottles on the way, light this b**h up
A n*gg* speakin' on my name, got his b**h f*cked
I got some 6 Mile h**s, get your b**h jumped
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n*gg* shut the f**k up, n*gg*)
(Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands n*gg*)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(Ayy shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams n*gg*)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n*gg* shut the f**k up, n*gg*)
(Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands n*gg*)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(Ayy shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams n*gg*)
