Guns, we don't need your funds to the ones with hums If you don't get none, nigga, you dumb Scavanging for crumbs See, you wanna live life like a bum Nigga, fuck is you from? I come in with the polls Straight through your nose Hanging with all my roags See me, they roag I can't get in with these clothes Get stopped at the front door Go ahead, niggas wanna be hoes Nigga, don't play my flows Imma wait outside your club Liquor and drugs Tryna get me a little bit of love From a hoe who go so low to the floor, then go get a little grub At the bar we chug house jump Mushrooms, don't you try them, from the Midwest side Go high No matter how hard you try My enomies they die So you better forget your pride If you don't wanna die Who ever said Tech N9na was lies Put your hands to the side Quiet Shoot the shit We killers, we sin Shoot the shit We killers, we sin Shoot the shit We quick to stick your bitch Shoot the shit The westside is getting lit Shoot the shit Going up at 6 Shoot the shit Your girl going on my dick I'm from the place where you surve feends Got me fucking your girlfriend, let's begin The homies are insaine Pop off with no shame But Bear's not one to play, but they had no name Juan bring the ice, bout to fuck up the world Hit your girl maybe twice, come rock my world Selling beats, make a grand Play to Got my dick in your hand Cause you know I'm the man That's how we do on the Midwest, motherfucker, don't test Leave you a bloody mess Should've worn my vest Life with no stress Living my dreams Statis of a baller, now you wanna join the team You haters got no skill Never had a deal Homie, just keep it real You ain't got no skill So stop with the games you playing Take your life, this the king, we hot like flames Motherfucker! Shoot the shit We killers, we sin Shoot the shit We killers, we sin Shoot the shit We quick to stick your bitch Shoot the shit The westside is getting lit Shoot the shit Going up at 6 Shoot the shit Your girl going on my dick Green, Roag Dog green Hustling in my nature, getting paper by any means Gradguated on tripple beams If you got the cream Come at us like feends Roll the bean on our team After partys gettin hoes Who roll with more Living life, bitches coming out of they clothes For the camera, they pose Hoes wanna be stars Bounce that ass like a ball Make it do it, hoe Silants 'm all, Listen to that bullshit, I'd rather listen to us Knowin that you can't compare Who said it? Nigga, Bear Except the facts, but you really don't wanna go there Have you hollaring like hoes Friction knows See you running to your trunk, but I stop you with the 44 Had to let the gat bust, your ass getting fucked Nigga, we shoot the shit, and your shit is shot up, nigga Shoot the shit We killers, we sin Shoot the shit We killers, we sin Shoot the shit We quick to stick your bitch Shoot the shit The westside is getting lit Shoot the shit Going up at 6 Shoot the shit Your girl going on my dick