Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, put the soy sauce on this motherfucker
Yeah, hit, they getting up out of there, get out
Live by the code, it ain't nothing to tell 'bout
Been working hard, I'm rocking these shows, I can't be a sellout
Let lil' Kel out, got my niggas still sitting in the jailhouse
Oh Lord, I'm a real sorry man
Nigga, you ain't my dog if you left out
And a young nigga still kicking shit on the best side
Diamonds hit on my chest, I gotta go VVS, ain't no SI
Had to give 'em my best, ain't no less I
Crazy I lost my dog, this shit messed up
Had to keep my head high and my chest up
Now we winning, it's like what you left for?
But see, y'all did me wrong, know I left 'em
Walking the beat down, this shit my job
Now we flying private (Yeah)
Pull up Gilligan Island (Yeah)
What we doing? We vibing (Yeah)
Roll with us, tell them lil' niggas vest up, have them lil' niggas sent off
Doing shit that my mama got sick of, tell them lil' niggas get up with me
Whole ten thou' what I want for a feat
Walk in, got calluses all on the feet
I eat niggas sweet, I got cavity teeth
Put paper on your head, but they robbing for free
And I know you ain't know, you can't pop it to me
Know I'm properly here and I'm capital P
And what happened in here, it can't happen to me
I got shooters with me, like who clapping at me?
I be changing my lifestyle
Rapping on beats, I got blood on my shoes from being in the streets
And lil' buddy got hit up, fuck being a vegan
We starting the beef, you can't do with that me
Nigga shootout with niggas, can't do that to me
I ain't beat the charge, I end up taking a plea
They say it wasn't a murder 'cause young nigga bleeding out
Hit 'em up, watch the young nigga bleed out
And these fuck niggas know what I bleed out
He seen me and he know who I be, I
Pussy boy can't even go on the beehive
Pushing up tryna see what he be 'bout
See what he said, tryna see what the beef 'bout
2200, we been on the hot block
Hit up opp block
We just cooking up shit in the crockpot
Drop the bag, these boys gonna opp shop, them niggas not hot
I'm with the roster, boy, what you talking 'bout
Taking my G-Wagen straight to the chopshop
He got hot feet, hit his block, nigga, chop-chop
He get put in the hot seat, pop off
I been putting in work, I been turning it up, nigga watching me pop off
Turned myself up now these lil' bitches can't leave me lone
Turned myself up, I been staying out making these songs
Do this shit here for the block, I forever put on
