What? (A Lau on this beat) Bizzy Told him to what? (Get money) I got the, sitchie (Like) Bow They know that Like, (That's structure) Look I know they hate me (I know they hate me) So bitch I'm outside then, Glock got no safety (The Glock got nothing on it, bow) Whole lotta shots I'm finna go crazy (Bow) When I step on the court, I feel like I'm KD (I feel like I'm who?) And no I don't dance bitch, got the Glock on my I ain't gotta say too much, I call Leeky Kobe he way too clutched And ya'll niggas say too much, gotta stay out the hood see the Jays too much Catch me on the day Woo'd up, and my girl got the sitchie she way too tough And she lookin good with her hang time, I swear she a baddie she throw up them gang signs And I'm on the block with the same 9, I'm in love with my Nina we bust at the same time You could hear that I'm good through the grape vine Don't make a move, cause I just might blaze mine Please don't talk hot cause I'm moody, you can't jack my shit if you ain't making movies I'm on yo block with a toolie, and I spin thru ya block with my dawg like he Snoopy I got a chop don't be stupid, and it really go baow it was not just the music I don't know what's so confusing, but watch what you say cause I just might lose it I'm on the block with a new grip, and it got a kick that shit so exclusive Like, what? (Huh) I know they hate me for real (I know they hate me for real) Like, look I know they hate me for real (I know they what?) I just, got a new chop I put lil bro on the drill (Bow) And yeah when he shooting, I said he trained to kill I told him, get that nigga Who really riding? Who really sliding? If you want smoke, go spliff that nigga Nobody dying, boy why you lying I might tell Swervo, lift that nigga Shots start flying, mommas crying Put him on a shirt can't forget that nigga He yelled out bro when I hit that nigga Like Imma just shoot till it drop out, you know Pass me the pizzy She said I move different since pop out (haha) Cause them niggas ain't with me No I ain't into the politics (at all) So send me the foolery I swear this beef shit ain't new to me I used to trap in some truey jeans Duckin' from truancy Yeah I got breesh in my pockets, but I still might take his jewelry Like I told him, get that nigga Who really riding? Who really sliding? If you want smoke, go spliff that nigga Nobody dying, boy why you lying I might tell Swerv, go lift that nigga Shots start flying, mommas crying Put him on a shirt can't forget that nigga He yelled out bro when I hit that nigga Like, (Bow bow bow bow)