Ah Bloody, bloody scene Baby, YSL team Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, nigga, better watch your step (Watch your step) I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (Nigga got ho's) Yeah, a fuck nigga hatin' tell the nigga that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health) Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, got shoes on the right and the left Tarzan, Tarzan Got a lot of room, man They understand where I came from, hey Got the racks on the way, hey, hey Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey Got them ho's on the way, got them loads on the way Glock ain't even got no safety, so a nigga ain't safe Why a nigga contemplatin'? I'm gon' win the race And why a nigga throwin' shots when I know where y'all stay? Nigga, go get you a bag, thirty shots do him bad All I think about is cash, all I think about is cash Y'all niggas, y'all don't get the memo If we spin the block, we hittin' all the kinfolk Bricks in the car, we poppin' his window Ho playin' games I call her Nintendo Yeah, it worked out in my favor Nigga don't need a gun, I'll box a nigga like Frazier Respected by the OG's 'cause them the niggas who raised me Nigga ever wanna try me, gon' head, meet your maker Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, nigga, better watch your step (Watch your step) I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (Nigga got ho's) Yeah, a fuck nigga hatin' tell the nigga that it's bad for your health (Nad for your health) Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, got shoes on the right and the left Tarzan, Tarzan Got a lot of room, man They understand where I came from, hey Got the racks on the way, hey, hey Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey Baby, let's do it Y'all still over there poppin', tell a fuck nigga, "Get to it" Nigga high, airplane mode, nigga, I'm cruisin' Yeah, yeah, I do it, yeah, nigga I do it (Turn-up slime ball) Big bankroll in these britches Talk about the cash, young nigga count plenty Chef Boyardee way a nigga whip it Shoot a nigga RV if he livin' in it Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made a wave Before I go Michael Phelps in the pussy, lil' bitch better shave Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch got no manners Black and white diamonds on me like a Panda Drop syrup in the drink, I fuck up the Phantom AK-47 with a banana Red bottoms on me bleed like I just left a murder scene I beat that lil' pussy down 'til it cream It'll be a World War Three 'bout Keed Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, nigga, better watch your step (Watch your step) I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (Nigga got ho's) Yeah, a fuck nigga hatin' tell the nigga that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health) Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, got shoes on the right and the left Tarzan, Tarzan Got a lot of room, man They understand where I came from, hey Got the racks on the way, hey, hey Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey