[Intro]
(Stop it, Tilla)
[Verse 1]
Fuck that nigga, I know he rattin'
Fuck all that talking, you see him, just blast him
That boy ain't like that, I told you, "Don't gas him"
He only with us to look like he active
Fuck the police, I hate 'em with a passion
I put some ice on my pinky, it's dancing
I found some peace in myself, I don't panic
I'm tryna win me a motherfuckin' Grammy, yeah
Off codeine, uh
I'm tryna pour me some lean, yeah
I'm off the motherfuckin' lean, yeah
And I'm off the motherfuckin' leash, yeah
I got Gucci on my feet, yeah
Run up on me, let it be, yeah
I wash my hand with the bleach, yeah
I gotta duck from police, yeah, yeah
I told my nigga to watch out
Uh, you know the cops out
Uh, ice out my watch now
They fuckin' with me 'cause I'm hot now
Yeah, I'm the man in my city
Playin' with us, we get busy
I'm like 2Pac and Biggie
In one person, bitch, I'm litty
Uh, you know I beat my gun
He saw the heat, nigga run
Yeah, boom in your lung
Yeah, knock 'em out, knock 'em down
Fuck that nigga, he a fuckin' clown
I don't play around
Niggas know me and I don't play around
These niggas slowly falling off
I bet they think they got more gas up in the tank, I knock these niggas off
Walk into the party, yes, bitch, I'm the man, now what the fuck you want?
Why you don't like nobody plus you getting money? 'Low, you piss 'em off
You the only one really worth hating on
And I don't even try, I just got sauce
They get mad 'cause I'm stuntin' on they ass, my fault
Got 'em blowing every dollar tryna buy what I bought
I'm a real-ass nigga, you gon' hear it when I talk, yeah
I think it's the devil, mama
Got me rockin' niggas, heavy metal, mama
Got a Glock with a beam in the rental, mama
Got a head full of steam like a kettle, mama
Drive fast in the rental, yeah
Giving dope fiends demos, yeah
Got about ten backups, uh
Ho, you not that special, uh
And I don't think twice, uh, I don't do no hezzos
Don't trust my smile, yeah, I'm the real deal devil
Got dope in a pot, yeah
Got dope in a sock, yeah
No love for an opp, yeah
No love for a thot, yeah
Got dope in a pot, mm
Got dope in a sock, mm
No love for an opp, mm
No love for a thot, mm
She wanna smash for sure
She want me to date her, no
I'm flyin' across the globe
Collectin' a bag for a show
She want me to kick it and lay with her, I do the dash on a ho
Wanna know why me heart is an icebox, 'cause I'm from the North where it's cold
I got cash, nigga
Big old bag, nigga
Let my money talk for me, I don't brag, nigga
Youngin caught an opp, that's your ass, nigga
Out in Cali' in a beamer, almost crashed, nigga
I don't want your advice, you don't know what you talking 'bout, try and convince me, I'm deaf, I ain't hearin' it
I'm in a meeting too long, then I'm walkin' out, manager hate me 'cause he know I'm serious
Don't wanna talk with you, nigga, let's spark it out, don't want no love from you fake niggas, period
These niggas say they want beef, but they coppin' out, whip out the Glock on his ass, put some fear in him
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah (Fuck all that loud talk)
Yeah, I know they scared
Yeah, they don't want no problem with a nigga, I'll pull up shoppin' with a nigga like, yeah
30 Valia Road
You already know how we comin' (Yeah, grah, uh, grrt, bah)
You already know how we comin', nigga, we don't talk too much, we steppin' (Press him)
Yeah, push up with them weapons (Push up on him)
Yeah (Go get him)
Brrt, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Grrt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, fuck the opps, by the way
(Stop it, Tilla)
[Verse 1]
Fuck that nigga, I know he rattin'
Fuck all that talking, you see him, just blast him
That boy ain't like that, I told you, "Don't gas him"
He only with us to look like he active
Fuck the police, I hate 'em with a passion
I put some ice on my pinky, it's dancing
I found some peace in myself, I don't panic
I'm tryna win me a motherfuckin' Grammy, yeah
Off codeine, uh
I'm tryna pour me some lean, yeah
I'm off the motherfuckin' lean, yeah
And I'm off the motherfuckin' leash, yeah
I got Gucci on my feet, yeah
Run up on me, let it be, yeah
I wash my hand with the bleach, yeah
I gotta duck from police, yeah, yeah
I told my nigga to watch out
Uh, you know the cops out
Uh, ice out my watch now
They fuckin' with me 'cause I'm hot now
Yeah, I'm the man in my city
Playin' with us, we get busy
I'm like 2Pac and Biggie
In one person, bitch, I'm litty
Uh, you know I beat my gun
He saw the heat, nigga run
Yeah, boom in your lung
Yeah, knock 'em out, knock 'em down
Fuck that nigga, he a fuckin' clown
I don't play around
Niggas know me and I don't play around
These niggas slowly falling off
I bet they think they got more gas up in the tank, I knock these niggas off
Walk into the party, yes, bitch, I'm the man, now what the fuck you want?
Why you don't like nobody plus you getting money? 'Low, you piss 'em off
You the only one really worth hating on
And I don't even try, I just got sauce
They get mad 'cause I'm stuntin' on they ass, my fault
Got 'em blowing every dollar tryna buy what I bought
I'm a real-ass nigga, you gon' hear it when I talk, yeah
I think it's the devil, mama
Got me rockin' niggas, heavy metal, mama
Got a Glock with a beam in the rental, mama
Got a head full of steam like a kettle, mama
Drive fast in the rental, yeah
Giving dope fiends demos, yeah
Got about ten backups, uh
Ho, you not that special, uh
And I don't think twice, uh, I don't do no hezzos
Don't trust my smile, yeah, I'm the real deal devil
Got dope in a pot, yeah
Got dope in a sock, yeah
No love for an opp, yeah
No love for a thot, yeah
Got dope in a pot, mm
Got dope in a sock, mm
No love for an opp, mm
No love for a thot, mm
She wanna smash for sure
She want me to date her, no
I'm flyin' across the globe
Collectin' a bag for a show
She want me to kick it and lay with her, I do the dash on a ho
Wanna know why me heart is an icebox, 'cause I'm from the North where it's cold
I got cash, nigga
Big old bag, nigga
Let my money talk for me, I don't brag, nigga
Youngin caught an opp, that's your ass, nigga
Out in Cali' in a beamer, almost crashed, nigga
I don't want your advice, you don't know what you talking 'bout, try and convince me, I'm deaf, I ain't hearin' it
I'm in a meeting too long, then I'm walkin' out, manager hate me 'cause he know I'm serious
Don't wanna talk with you, nigga, let's spark it out, don't want no love from you fake niggas, period
These niggas say they want beef, but they coppin' out, whip out the Glock on his ass, put some fear in him
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah (Fuck all that loud talk)
Yeah, I know they scared
Yeah, they don't want no problem with a nigga, I'll pull up shoppin' with a nigga like, yeah
30 Valia Road
You already know how we comin' (Yeah, grah, uh, grrt, bah)
You already know how we comin', nigga, we don't talk too much, we steppin' (Press him)
Yeah, push up with them weapons (Push up on him)
Yeah (Go get him)
Brrt, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Grrt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, fuck the opps, by the way
( Velow )
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