We see these niggas man, point 'em out point 'em out, Aye you uh,.. You know that dude up over there?, I'm tryna bust his head, Bruh, he talking 'bout he got a lot of bitches and I don't like that, Man, niggas like that, hate on myself, He taking all my shine, I ain't got no bitches like him and I want him gone I ride around town with the gangstas Same shit different day Niggas had to hang with the strangers He gotta gun, but them niggas not gangstas Real recognize real, fake niggas kill A lot of fake niggas not too many ones real Gotta pop a pill nigga just to stay awake I come from the era, VHS DVDs, CDs, young niggas with keys You got street money, open up CDs Them feds started watching, tryna tie him to the keys I'm not Alica Keys, but I unleash the keys Open up the doors I'm a flood the streets Looking through the blinds shoot you through the screens I don't play with death, death is close to me Who approaching me, I a toast the please Stupid niggas, my gun will roast ya I'm real nasty like the top of a soda Any rap niggas keep testing my gangsta Skating my swag, that's not cool Niggas not cool, so I'm not cool Check them niggas, man the jokes on you That's not cool Two niggas get smacked with the bottom You feel me? Niggas get locked up Live for real, hateful niggas, man Fuck this money and fuck them cars Fuck them houses and fuck them banks Fuck this credit, I'm a use debit I'm a slow nigga, who don't fucking get it I'm a be specific, I'm a be out here Up on these fucking niggas, ya digg This is 20 shots to ya motherfucking wig I'm sipping lean everyday, fuck being sick Lil Beezy B, niggas I'm hitting I was licking pussy I was licking bricks Niggas outchea, man motherfuck a bitch This football life, man I will never quit You know what I'm saying? Aye throw that nigga the ball, man. See if that nigga catch it. If he don't catch it you already know what to do. (What, I ain't bout to do that to bruh). The fuck you mean you ain't bout to do that to bruh. (I said I ain't gonna do it, I'm not down). Oh, pffft, you not down, I see the type of motherfucka you is. You scary! And you know what happen to scary motherfuckas You get dumped in the back, trashcan and beam in yo lap, blood in yo lap, dope in the sack, Put that on you, cover up the crack, then put in your ass, crack in the valves nigga, fuck that, we rockin' hard, dump a nigga out the trunk of the boulevard, (Let em go)