[Chorus:] [x2]
f*ck with your hurt, I keep that tool on my hip
And this is business, some flight
My youngest ever to step
Yelling flocka, my n*ggas don’t living at no runna bella
Your n*ggas, our n*ggas shouting it’s whatever
[Verse 1:]
Erase that shame, a hundred rounds
They don’t need no mother f*cking aim
He come here, with me he explain [?]
Turn you in and talking punches in slow lane
It’s, it’s like a fame n*gga, flocka
Pain, you mother f*cking ratchers n*gga
Aim, you mother f*cking ratchers n*gga
Can’t come in and hang with the bell watchers
Flame, this is not a game
Then you get a caskett n*gga
You f*ck, what you hurt
I could get you thirtytwo rest for a bird
I could get you twenty three hundred for a bird
n*gga [?]
So you better watch your words
[Chorus] [x2]
[Verse 2:]
f*ck around with those f*ck n*ggas
Money and all in that truck n*gga
Am cashing out for them drugs n*gga
And I really don’t give a f*ck n*gga
When am full of crowns and I’m f*cking hoes
Get, get money and scoping out hoes
Think sh*t’s funny, it’s been wise
Get these homies in the city streets
It’s like f*ck the f*cking haters, n*ggas new stripe
b*tches on my lap, naggas klnow I clap it
And I want shoes on, [?]
You wanna strap me
n*gga would and they’re twelve feet
Cause I kill them and that all for the year
Get in commas, tug, tug down
Strapped up, no seat belts
In the ATM, n*ggas try
I swear to God, they gonna need help
And am getting money, doing me, try me, sue me
I don’t give a f*ck, let’s prove it
A single priority, move it n*gga
[Chorus] [x2]