What Watch these hoes, they quick to tell you what these bums say Shut your trap, bitch, you messy as a subway Where I'm from, B.S. only end one ways It's all good 'til that pillow talk turn to gunplay Niggas should feel gay askin' 'bout another man Give you the finger, then I knock you with the other hand Fuck them clicks, fuck them likes, I'm the top rhymin' Long way from Sacks eatin' Top Ramen Just gettin' high, yeah, it's time to bring them cars out Need to smoke, little decks, pull them cards out You best be ready if you tryna go the war route Everybody get shot, you would think we bought a bar out Baby schooled me, now we zoomin' up Mulholland Drive Look my way, she tried to trip, told her, "Shut up and drive" She knew to listen, other bitches blowin' up my phone She started yellin', told her, "Quick, you better watch your tone" In the car, P don't argue 'less it's 'bout the bread Ain't 'bout shit without the chips, like a county spread Hit your baby momma house, had her spread her legs Bust my nut and then I dip before she make the bed Yeah, I'm a dawg but the Eagle bark [?] butcher but I'll make 'em tear your meat apart Ferrari swervin', pull up servin' all you garbage cans Hit the stash, one hunnid grand in a target bag We used to play the hill cat, birdie BMW Bottles and free dope'll have these bitches lovin' you Shipment just came in, active, go pick it up We got the best grey, yeah, they try to skip it up The money good but I'm feelin' funny inside Swear I ain't been the same since Jen died Since the funeral, I cried like ten times I still ain't over it, if I could keep it ten dimes Drop my eyes, keep it movin', I got bags to get Smellin' like weed in a boujeest establishments You girl a bop though I didn't, yeah, I coulda hit her Coke head, you shoulda seen how that sugar hit her Loud pipes, wild nights, shorty, that's my life I take one 'fore I let you take one for me Shoutout my homie, Gizzle, she's a fresh ass *bleep* I fuck all the hoes, please save some for me Yeah, it's all about the money, man, these niggas don't matter Rich or broke, poor or rich, man, these niggas gon' chatter Baby tryna come up so she lookin' for ladders Beef time, yeah, I swear we put these niggas on platters And eat 'em up Instead of shootin' niggas, yeah, I'd rather beat 'em up 'Cause if we pop, nigga's gon' tell and we gon' be in cuffs Diamond Lane, we for playin', it's just me and luck Niggas like us 'cause we been on their song, let's keep it buck I was livin' in my Honda with my first born Took a tax, it came as me like a good porn Jaylen came then my temper made it change some Studio on Derm, pull my shotty out on day ones Had to let these niggas know I'm on that dumb shit You come in here and disrepect me, I'ma bust this I'ma give it to you raw like a slap, bitch Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with What P-P-Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with P-P-Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with