[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Understand me nigga, Don’t need no Grammys Give us the money you got in your pockets, I feel like taxing nigga Bout the action, give me a reason, I’ll gladly get it knockin’ Chunky nine right by my side look like a midget walkin’ Watch the shit that you talkin’, promise its with me often I got to stop with the trigger talkin’, I promised mama But I’m rapping my life, I load automatics at night Ops don’t come to the Pop, they know they gettin’ dropped I getting on ‘cause I be getting off, in my lane You getting’ no luck, get a job I should throw my shows at synagogues Mention me when you mention God But fuck it, I’m just talkin’ shit to y’all
[Hook: Joey Fatts] Young and gunnin’, niggas stay drummin’ Big tools in your house, say we here for the plumbing Niggas say they with it, but them boys frontin' Choppin’ shots with your block, fuck niggas say somethin’ Fuck niggas say somethin’, fuck niggas say somethin’ Niggas stay drummin, choppin’ shots with your block Fuck niggas say somethin’
[Verse 2: Vince Staples] Chop a choppa down, they told me never run Unless you hear them copper sounds, I got them copper rounds Gunnin' for them gold plaques A 2014 Benz with the low jack, Pirellis's and the pistol stack Riding down Obispo Ave, thinkin' bout the bus days Never goin' back to that, checks be coming back-to-back Put you on the front page, have the homeys handle that Pro club hoodie, straps, socks with the sandals wrapped Long beach legend, Jordan kick me out If you from the city, that should tell you what I'm really bout Give 'em class to get the cash, run your mouth, I'll kick your ass But I'm just talkin' shit again
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