Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
N***as say they f**k with you, I can't tell
$500,000 Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got 100,000 worth of belts
These b*t*hes and these n***as know
That they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary
'Cause I keep a K around here
All my Aces if you play
They make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head
And then it's no more thinking
Pu**y boy, I'll leave you dead
And call it dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up
Ounces in a soda
Push up on your b*t*h and shawty
I didn't even know her
Hey, see this hood I throw up
Realest one I ever seen
ATL, call it XXL
'Cause we stay spittin' shells out a long magazine
Real n***a got a crown, better own that thing
If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing
Beloved dope dealer and a well known King
And a killer 'pending how you put your spin on things
You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen?
'Bout the same amount of pu**y n***as dead I've seen
You know how many b*t*hes in the bed I've seen?
That like asking me how much bread I've seen
Aye, more than enough, in God we trust
You love a real n***as then f**k with us
But if you got a problem with it then f**k with us
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your b*t*h riding everything but the bus
She let me put it everywhere but the b***
I always tell the b*t*h don't talk so much
She say "Who I'm hidin' from? What the f**k? For what?"
N***as say they f**k with you, I can't tell
$500,000 Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got 100,000 worth of belts
These b*t*hes and these n***as know
That they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary
'Cause I keep a K around here
All my Aces if you play
They make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head
And then it's no more thinking
Pu**y boy, I'll leave you dead
And call it dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
Man I'm leanin' so bad
I can't do a push up for a million
Catch a n***a baby mama
Make her give me nothing but ceiling , ayy
Hey, never had time to rap and cap
And dap these tramps, my ice a lamp
I can't adapt, I'd rather slap
I rather pop his cap and naps
His mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat
2004, I was screaming everything Gucci
No Big Cat
And we was skatin' up, ridin' with the K's
Shootin' at all these big racks
F**k a officer
Akon, what it do, bruh?
Keep these f**kin' hoes off of you
When you get some new money turn new or
You gon' wish you would've or could've
The way I
Sit down and get rich like a booker
Might drop the top up off it
If I don't get into the helicopter
Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin
N***a ridin' round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery
I'm gon' call up my head doctor
Five more thousands 'cause
She ain't got no head problems
Yeah, all my n***as they be bleedin' n***a
Yeah, they ain't gon' never cheat a n***a
Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, n***a
Yeah, hey, Imma bag her every time I see her, n***a
Fishing hoes with my hook
Pockets all swollen, no book
Gla**es on, she don't know how I look
Since I'm on, how the f**k do I look?
You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look
I'm a big old Blood over here, I'm Suge
N***as say they f**k with you, I can't tell
$500,000 Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got 100,000 worth of belts
These b*t*hes and these n***as know
That they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary
'Cause I keep a K around here
All my Aces if you play
They make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head
And then it's no more thinking
Pu**y boy, I'll leave you dead
And call it dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
Aye, you ain't read the paper?
You ain't seen the news?
Got a team of goons bout action
Never start it, but I finish it, so nasty, ask 'em
They know 'bout me
I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock-a-bye, baby
So smooth, so fly, baby
Rock-a-bye, baby
Let me turn up now, four shows a week
100 thousand a piece, we getting bread now
Mama don't worry 'bout nothin'
You can kick up your legs now
I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters
Got hitters on top of hitters
Rest in peace to my n***a Lil Bleek
I miss you, I miss you n***a
Just tryna live and have a lil fun, n***a
Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond, n***a
I got fans that bust yo' a**, you talk 'bout Boosie baby
Got off my a**, went got that bag, and Boosie made it
Hate that, n***a
N***as say they f**k with you, I can't tell
$500,000 Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got 100,000 worth of belts
These b*t*hes and these n***as know
That they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary
'Cause I keep a K around here
All my Aces if you play
They make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head
And then it's no more thinking
Pu**y boy, I'll leave you dead
And call it dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication