I got him, I got him, I got him.
I got him, I got him, I got him.
I got him, I got him, I got him.
I got him, I got him, I got him.
I got him, I got him, I got him.
I got all kind, all type of shit, said it ain't no lie.
Nigga wanna play, I'ma pull up with five.
Draco out for the team with the beam on.
Y 'all niggas wanna play, boy, like stay home.
Play like stay home.
Y 'all, yeah, loaded, full, loaded, paper, loaded, baby, tater.
I got a y 'all nigga, red and blazer.
Y 'all nigga playin', I tell you to, vapor.
More and more money, more and more haters.
Sticks or rungs, they know how to play with us.
Grown man shit, nigga use a diamond.
Smoke crack raw, nigga use a jockey.
You like a follow -up track, you the flunky.
Back in the tripod for me, I get money.
With the ratchet, nigga, I'm back to my gunning.
Got my chains on, nigga, ain't takin' nothin'.
In the booth, turned up, nigga, I got money.
Tryna have the billy from Monday through Sunday.
Loaded, loaded, bank account, got paper.
Loaded, loaded, Glock for my haters.
Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger.
Y 'all nigga Glock with the Ruger, ooh.
I don't really like do the Rugers, ooh.
Send a y 'all nigga do what they gotta do.
And they like to do what they gotta do.
Had him in Ford, jet, they comin' shoot.
Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done.
Man, they got a gun, boy, you better run.
They don't wanna hear the gunfire.
They don't wanna see their partner die.
They don't wanna see their mama cry.
Pitchin' on the grave when you die.
Y 'all know I'm emotional, I'll lie.
Get you get back, yeah, I'll put sad, nigga.
But you can't push me, cause you die.
But you can't push me, cause you die.
I got my dog, man, I put shit in the bowl.
They ain't in a minute, they'll shake you.
Yeah, yeah.
And Beverly, nigga, they money don't make us.
Yeah, yeah.
Came from the hood, OG, they make us.
Fuck it, you talkin' bout, nigga.
What are they talkin' bout?
Nothin', they bluffin'.
Talkin' bout money, but they ain't gettin' nothin'.
I can see a nigga, you ain't doin' nothin'.
Look at your pocket, man, you ain't got nothin'.
I'm like, damn, better don't make no sense.
You ain't got no money, not even 50 cents.
You can't buy no fuckin' cigarette or shit.
Talkin' bout beefin', man, put that to a end.
I cannot be with no Chase, not my friend.
I'ma chase the money if it ain't comin' in.
They put more money than I ever did.
I had to cut them off, I found they went in.
Give me your money, count it, cause it print.
Don't throw me through money, throw me through the shit.
I got these hoes in the trap, man.
Diamonds on booty, perc kickin' in.
Hit her from the back, now I'm goin' in.
Some of y 'all big hats, I love to my friend.
Mini, mini, mini Mac -10, in the car, black tint.
Late night, she suckin', fuckin'.
That ain't nothin'.
Thinkin' bout the time I had her with her friend.
I just reminisce.
Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger.
Y 'all niggas glock with the Ruger, ooh.
I don't really like do the Rugers, ooh.
Some of y 'all niggas do what they gotta do.
Man, they like to do what they gotta do.
Hit him in full, jet the cum and shoot.
Boy, you know you through. Boy, you know you done.
Man, they got a gun, boy, you better run.
They don't wanna hear the gun fire.
They don't wanna see their partner die.
They don't wanna see their mama cry.
Pitchin' on the grave when you die.
Y 'all no emotion, no lie.
Get your get back, y 'all pussy ass niggas.
But you can't pussy niggas cause you die.
But you can't pussy niggas cause you die.
