[Intro] (Smoov, what's good baby?) (Aha) I want the flamer on, bitch, I want to kill, yeah Niggas ain't gettin' no money
[Verse] And this shit gettin' IngleWeird I ain't fuckin' with these niggas Nigga, I'm the don, turn the whole Cali against you Tie a nigga up, he hang over, you'll be black dove Hunnid out the chop, try to box, he'll get whacked up Bruce Lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out He's a cult member, hang him up like a coat then Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin' The Ruler, I'm the don, niggas know that I'm a foolie It's Forgis on the Dawn, only poor people buy Rucci In eight months for beatin' life, I got a million for recoupment Talibans and they blood huntin', spinnin' with his kufi Shoot somethin', they don't even be outside for me to do nothin' I'm wearin' two kilos, get him whacked for a C-note Think I'm Weezy F. Baby, Ice Cream and Go DJ The fireman, I burnt him, we ain't tryna hear them sermons Y'all be giving when we pull up to them trenches with them fullys Turnin' party gang members into witnesses, who man is this? For real (For real) How you join a gang when you twenty-five? Drakeo do they know wit' you it's do or die? And when you fry all yo' opps, make it supersized I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami They let me in the club with my toolie hot Stone a nigga quick I medusafied him, get down Thirty-three shots, Scotty pip out, spin laps Turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory Just dance, Brian Pumper, pussy nigga, jump man The Stinc Team run L.A., you gotta come better Please take yo' hollow chains back to your one jeweler It's time to set the play up, I'm a punt kicker No name niggas always wanna be a part of somethin' Since niggas want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood, y'all condonin' snitchin' I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga, he ain't see it comin' Keep the homie name out yo' mouth or white sheets be covered Blow a nigga toppings off of bread, it's a pizza party Niggas cold as fuck even with a Boosie feature Bygones be bygones, that wouldn't even do for Jesus Niggas sweet as buttercups, turn his ass to Reese's Pieces Left a massacre at Neimans, if a pile was left, then clean it You can take it how you want to, receive it, I'm a demon Inglewood niggas weenies, I'ma felon, you a preacher Talk to me, I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature Shout-out Aubrey, that's my nigga, realer than a lot of niggas Don't run up on me with my jewelry, I be quick to pop a nigga Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me
[Outro] Uh, shit You know, uh-uh, we ain't goin' back and forth, know what I mean? Uh, nigga, I'll make everybody hate niggas, uh, man, y'all know Yeah, I am, I'm the truth, nigga My voice is strong, so Nigga, Chevy my frames Niggas cliquin' up and all that, nigga Niggas in, I don't understand that shit, nah Niggas don't like us but wanna rap like us, like Niggas wanna buy the same shit we do Niggas wanna go to the same jewelers as us Niggas can't get the same jewelry as us, can't drive the same cars as us Like, nigga, anyway, you know the truth, man, long live Jameon Davis and all that Yeah, free Kell, free Riley, all that, yeah, you know the truthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
