(Ayy, what's happenin', C2?) (You'll fly too if you link up with frenchie) Hoo, uh (Yo, Ben) What happened? Uh, hoo, uh He indicted (Hoo) And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin' (He thankful) And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (Hoo) His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson For the right amount of cheese in my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (Hoo) Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (Hoo) Leave that shit alone, faker, they don't wanna be like you (Fuck him) This right here some grown man smoke I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that's how I like it (Hoo) I piped you up, how you ain't gon' like me? He slang that K like he licensed He don't even play by the rules, got shot before, he gon' shoot 'fore he fight you He don't even answer to the phone no more, for what? 'Cause half the men he had on the road with him caught indictments You snatch your chain, he'll snatch you He just get paid for it, he ain't a rapper He got shit on his head, so he travel with smackers He so fuckin' loaded, he can buy two Phantoms Seen whackers get whacked by whackers (What else?) The jackers, jacked by jackals He a real robber, he tried to rob another robber, but they fucked 'round and smacked him They had him, don't get caught lackin' He ain't gon' perform without the backend Know how to whack the switch, he don't do nothin' but tap it Found out he was a rat, kick him out of the Fox den Kill somethin', kept the phone with him, they tracked it Can't nobody ever get seen with the lackin' They hit his trap, he don't even wanna trap again He don't work with killers, he know they'll clap 'em (Hoo) He indicted (Hoo) And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin' (He thankful) And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (Hoo) His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson For the right amount of cheese in my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (Hoo) Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (Hoo) Leave that shit alone, faker, they don't wanna be like you (Fuck him) This right here some grown man smoke I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that's how I like it (Hoo) You know for a fact I'm not just a regular rapper, oh, yeah We sellin' thousand, I'm not just a regular trapper, what else? I run with the smackers, the hustlers, the players, the pimps, for real She hold these pounds and these chains, I'm payin' her rent Catch a body, beat a body, rap about it, he trim She a baddie, I done had her ask about me, I'm him Ain't droppin', still runnin' laps around me, for real Same spot, still servin' packs around here, until- Baby had turned me on, white toes too, got a fetish for 'em Yeah, I'm with my Memphis bro, sell out the FedEx Forum Why you on songs actin' like you lit? They know that you dead-ass wrong Yeah, I be goin' Rolex, AP, Richard, I got a Patek on Ayy, big bro comin' home, free Nate He indicted (Hoo) And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin' (He thankful) And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (Hoo) His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson For the right amount of cheese in my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (Hoo) Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (Hoo) Leave that shit alone, faker, they don't wanna be like you (Fuck him) This right here some grown man smoke I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that's how I like it (Hoo) The manager, I manage him in the backseat, everybody he love up the road Anything come out his mouth, they know it's gold He the one they look up to, he know he can't fold Every businessman he got geeked off snow And he treat his fuckin' chopper like his bro He a Fox for real, they expect him to blow And that young nigga with him don't aim below the throat What happened? Huh, what happened? He ain't even know what happen, what happened? He ain't even know what happened All they did was pay that time, but he ain't even know what happened, hoo