Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten Shorty house, my big sister kid Started off, I was broke as fuck
Now I came up and I´m millions in Shorty whole world fucked up, he need all ends Fuck a nigga whole world up, take his soul then You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin´ lie Treated me bad once, you won me over and I don´t know why Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried When grandma died, along my soul died I´m a lonely child, now just tell me I ain´t shit
I know Let it out or be something wrong Maybe I showed That I don´t need them around
Fucked up, wish I could call Rich Fuck that, I don´t know who my friend Niggas been cliquin´ up with niggas like they want it with me
All on my shit when I´m around, I got choppers in And you ain´t safe, bitch, no, I don´t play, bitch I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your fuckin´ face, bitch Niggas ain´t been playin´ ´bout shit, when I cry, you won´t try again I ain´t got no purpose, so I´m gon´ cut up for Big Dump, bitch We see the enemy, then we dump, dope in my speakers and the trunk, bitch And ain´t no scorin´, it´s just for one This for my youngins who see trucks and they run This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spun Spinnin´ on you bitch niggas and livin´ like a rich nigga
KD can´t walk, wish I could sit with him or fuck a bitch with him She eat his dick behind and I kill her, my clique too official Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy, serve it like that raw hard I can´t wait ´til Meech come home so he can get right back in charge I buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it´s over And I´m dumb as shit, I done fell for this girl, God I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell Slime gettin´ high ´til I think I´m in heaven ´Cause everyone ´round do not fit me in hell Hold up, that bitch don´t want you, you gon´ trap her I been locked inside the stu´ like a trapper
If we catch one of these rappers, we gon´ wrap them Seen that lil´ boy, when I came home, I got after You stupid bitch, Nike make you run way faster, should´ve had some Now that´s what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum I was fumblin´ with that chopper, I swung through, they said I had one And my daddy gettin´ on my ass ´cause he say we could just sent one Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room This shit we goin´ through´ll make you choose and want to break the broom After all that I been through, it make you choose, I don´t got faith in you They laugh, but I ain´t cool when I abuse, feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud sometimes I just plan on shakin´ you Battin´ you and just handlin´ you, turn you ´round and just do what I do When I come through, I´ll make a body fall When I come through, lookin´ out for all of y´all