[Intro: YN Jay] (It's a Wayne beat) Yeah Like why you always— like (Is this K Dinero?) Like, like why you actin' like I did somethin', though? Like I— like when you— Like, but you was just at the— You was— alright, okay Alright, ah
[Verse 1: YN Jay] Bitch got me mad, got me askin' questions Freak bitch give me throat like I had a necklace Bitch got good coochie, came back for seconds Drunk a whole pint of lean, got me crashin' reckless You got took out the game early, got you mad at [?][0:27] Losin' all your bros to gun violence got you mad at weapons Santa Claus fake, got me mad at presents, alright Pull up shootin' like Klay Thompson, got me mad at Stephen Bitch, you play like Westbrook, why you mad at Kevin? And you left the team when we— damn And you left the team when we need you, got me mad at Kevin How you miss your flight? You forgot to check in Beatin' out the hotel, I'ma trap out Westin Mixin' cornbread with cranberry, it taste just like dressing Nigga, you don't put no work in, I don't see you sweatin', ayy Gettin' ready for the game, you can see me stretchin'
[Verse 2: Louie Ray] Gettin' ready for the game, you can see me stretchin' (Alright) While I cook 'caine, you can see me textin' Okay (Come on, Louie), yeah I'm the only rapper stay around— okay (Alright) I'm the only rapper still sellin' rocks, make it look cool If they ever get me, somebody— alright (Somebody told) If they ever get me, somebody told, because I'm too smooth Upgraded a lot since the— (Tell me) Upgraded a lot since the Coochie song went coochie-coo GIA books for the diamonds, watch came new Hood wasn't expectin' shit for Christmas, we had came through Could've been border sideline, gettin' 'caine through (Okay) I'm obviously playin' with some cake, look what it came to Even though we shine every day, it'll rain too Lil' bro ain't change up at all, I'm the same too
[Verse 3: Mozzy] My lil' trife bitch actin' like a diva Soon as the pack land, I'm actin' like I don't need her Fuck with me, you know we got it for cheaper I ain't tryna sell this M16 'cause she a keeper Demonic demeanor, my niggas heathens Gangland, body for body throughout the season Ayy, we be hexa hella extra on the geekin' Hexa hella extra on the tweakin' Uru' off the lot and on my daughter, we ain't lease it Bitch, I'm from the block, and on my daughter, it ain't Peaches Walkin' through this thing Dolce'd down, lookin'— Nigga walkin' through this thing Dolce'd down, lookin' decent All my bitches hoein' and they into— uh All my bitches hoein' and they into petty thievin' Ayy, I'll hop up out your bushes with this kayda for no reason Tell him put his pockets on the floor, I need to see them And that's on JesusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
