I got a— I got a— I got a— I got a— I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip Ayy None my homies goin' broke 'cause bein' down bad, can't bear to see it He was poppin' politics, I turned him to a paraplegic Had these pistols paintin' pentagrams, he popped a percocet If I pop this pistol one more time, it's gon' disperse the chest Paper trail, they was prayin' I fall off, it ain't prevail Man, the pavement on this road I made done made its way to hell I take PayPal, rolls of pennies, then go pay the bail You can't play, pal, eyeball the work, they thought I hate the scale Play with Pimp, play with Pablo, I paint the walls all red Man, he bled so much, they thought he took a paintball to the head Police pulled me over, paparazzi, I don't talk to feds Rather go to jail than ever take that paperwork to bed Presidential Rolex, fly to the Pacific Coast He take painkillers just to cope 'cause you can't kill a ghost We do drop-offs at the spot, then we pick up at the post I could pick apart his game and pin him up against the ropes Word to my palm reader, I was destined for this paper Poorer in my past life, I guess God respond to prayers You could hate the game and how it's played, but you can't hate the player At the playoffs on the bench, you not a participator, ayy, pussy I just jumped off the plane, I'm right back in the game I Cartier my frames, but my hoe ain't got no name A bad pretty thing, she like tuci and cocaine I'm just sittin' at this table eating sushi and lo mein With chopsticks, I pop shit, karate chop, drop kick Heavy metal rock shit, lean wit' it, rock, bitch Well seasoned like Dan-O's, weed stronger than Thanos Loadin' up all my ammo, no tenors, we are sopranos My life look like a mafia flick I only fuck with made men, you know, that mafia shit And really all we ask is trust, so don't cross me and shit Or they gon' have you playin' cards with Jimmy Hoffa and shit You know, sleepin' with the fishes, I'm sleepin' with my mistress She crushin' percocets, leavin' dust all on the dishes A couple dogs with me, and all of 'em vicious A genie with a beanie, pull up and get yo' wishes, damn You know how we comin' Ayy, pop it, don't stop it We want all the money Ayy, pop it, don't stop it We ain't got a option Ayy, pop it, don't stop it (Ayy) Pop it, don't stop it Pop it, don't stop it Poppin', we don't smoke the mid, we smoke the top end Pullin' strings, playin' with my drum, that's how we rockin' Get your numbers up, you called my phone, so what you coppin'? Get your numbers up, you called my phone, so what you coppin'? You know what I'm sayin'? This me and Black Sheep in a black Jeep