Zaytoven (I wanna bring my brothers back, bro) Man, that shit make me laugh ´Cause they actually want me to give a fuck
I wanna bring my brother back but I know it ain´t gon´ happen Knew I had to be the man back when I had started trappin´ I never gave a fuck what they said (Nope) Foenem told me off with they heads Surely, you don´t sleep in they beds (No) You surely wasn´t raised with they kids (No) Baby, I´m a shark and they fish (Fish) I grew up, had to fill my house with dishes (Dishes) I´m steady smokin´ dope in my kitchen (Kitchen) Come in here, baow, no witness, yeah (Witness) Fredo left me here You know it´s been Cap or die, yeah Tadoe still retarded, he fried The day he smarten up, it´s God Come on my property, I turn you to a French fry
Turn my front yard to a fish fry I see big Glo in the big sky Crazy how it turned me to the big guy Ran an M6 up like an in-slide Thick lil´ bitch from the East side Told her that I love it on the West side You like to smoke dope, that´s the best high When you got money, they be like, "Yes, sir" Niggas always foldin´ under pressure The only thing I´m duckin´ the militia And fans when I´m tired of takin´ pictures Face dried up From all of the tears I cried up Lost most them niggas I ride for I got somethin´ to prove, I´ll slide through We turned Forest Hills spot to a drive-thru You sold So´ soap ´til he got you Some´ll get got but that´s how it go
I be with more monkeys than Baby Milo Beat on my chest (Ooh, ah, ah) A nigga beat on that bitch ´Cause that ho beat on my dick (Haha) New shit on the way Baby, andalé You just did call my weight You tryna argue? Okay I´m about to wait Read those, read those Girl, I got the privilege, ayy Skeet on mosquitos Girl, don´t worry, gotta spray, hey (Bang, bang, bang) He put shit in front of you for you to get over it, yeah, yeah, yeah Lost my homies and I can´t get over it, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I put my head on ´cause I´m a big boy And there´s so much cash I had to get, boy I been lazy as fuck, I get up, tell myself, "Ain´t no savin´ this bitch" Bringin´ shit home, baby mama don´t worry ´bout how I´m gettin´ this shit Grown ass man, I´m bugged, baby, when we was kids, we wasn´t kids First gun was a Glock .40, tried a thing in the head with that bitch