Throw it on the table, I'm thumbin' straight through a hundred Chopper on my lap 'cause I'm knowin' the reaper comin' They fuck around and snitch if they probably know I done it Bitch, my shoes too fresh, I ain't runnin' from nothin' Turned nothin' into somethin', copped that work and it's comin' Everybody got pipes around here, we do the plumbin' I don't do the clubs, I don't do the rap summons It ain't hard to tell you niggas never had no money Out in the cold, dirty clothes with my nose runnin' Finna pop up out these bushes, bitch, and slump somethin' Lil' bro on the corner, tell me if somebody comin' We gotta be quiet, if they hear us, they gon' start runnin' I play dumb, but I ain't a motherfuckin' dummy Try to play me like a lummy, get your ass slapped Niggas say they doin' this and that, it's all cap Swear to God I could buy a brick and run it back When you niggas gon' realize we under attack? And they don't want you to have shit if your ass Black Fuck learnin' how to shoot, learn how to stack Get your money and you could buy a hundred MACs Thousand TECs and all the extra clips you own Pay somebody to throw his ass in the fuckin' trunk And ain't nobody said nothin', we silent like monks Money on my mind, my nigga, I came to grind Drop me off in any hood and I'll be fine Lord, forgive me 'cause I'm probably about to sin And if them niggas sellin' white, I'm probably blendin' in And I'm stackin' everything, bitch, I ain't got shit to spend You a stupid motherfucker, thought I wasn't finna win It was cold on the ten, I was still outside Servin' everybody mama, I ain't have no pride I got family that done died, I'm embedded in this So when you see me in the kitchen and I'm whippin' my wrist Then I take it out the pot and let it dry real quick And if it take too long, then I blow-dry it And though you seen everything, you ain't really seen shit 'Cause niggas runnin' they mouth end up gettin' hit And you don't wanna be the nigga to get hit So all I'm sayin' is don't be runnin' your mouth and shit Big drip, not the clothes, that's the water whip It came with the outfit, the banger on my hip Times I drift and get to thinkin' 'bout the wrong shit Huh, and then I'm back to the script And then I'm back to the script Bitch, I'm back to the script And then I'm back to the script Bitch, I'm back to the script