[Intro]
What? ayeeee
Yourcore, 94
Got yo call on this sh*t
Aye, yuh, 94 aye
Ayeeee, huh, yea
I'm gonna talk my sh*t like this
b*tch!
[Verse 1] [94Brizzy]
I do not f*ck with no cops
b*tch ass n*ggas some ops
Chase him right up on the block
Scared n*gga so he drop
[Bridge]
Yo what the f*ck bro play my sh*t back!
[Car sounds]
[Verse 2] [94Brizzy]
Hop in the whip, squirting off quick, you should've seen it
Pull up on the strip, psycho in the strip, my n*ggas is lurkin we eatin
The job will be crazy, my n*ggas is crazy, they pull up on you and they demons
I'm chasing the chatter, the sh*t look like lettuce
My n*ggas it's 94 season
Don't ever play games on me n*gga, this ain't no Tetris my n*gga
You tryna run from me n*gga, you crazy my n*gga, they gag on me n*gga!
[Yourcore] [Verse 3]
I rack the bricks and some vasoline, with the sure end
Diamonds they bling, made the world jump like the trampoline
Hop out the van, I serve your mans, dripping Designer from magazine
Gingerbread man, I went to a hunnid bands, keep it a plan
We do not want to see it, burn you like Sumerians, You do not want it fan
I do not f*ck with no fits, pull up leave a pus*y wet
Hop on, leave a n*gga stressed, faker money than a b*tch
[?] tattoos, mad black coupe is a bad coupe
That black bag, people get to
I pat your b*tch in the bathtub
Aye!