[Intro: James Pickins Jr., Samuel L Jackson, Asian Doll]
I just spent five muthafuckin' years in the joint...
I told ya I pay yo monkey-ass when I feel like it
Better suck my dick
[Gunshot]
Suck on this muthafucka'
[Unintelligible] [Gasps]
[Gunfire]
Niggas ain't on shit (Grrah, boom)
Niggas ain't on shit (Gang)
All that tough shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Got one up, bitch (Yeahh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, boom)
(Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
[Chorus]
Keep on dissin' on my niggas, ain't on shit (Grrah, boom)
Talkin' all that tough shit to a bitch make you a bitch (Boom)
Niggas who talk down be in my DM, under my pic (Thotty)
Think you got one up on me (Huh huh)
Bitches ain't on shit (Ha)
Made a bag and got addicted
Bitch, we ain't gotta speak to sixty (Huh)
Niggas ain't even fifty
Keep it a hunnit, don't burn up yo bridges
Shit's like crack and I need more
Money my love, I'm fuckin' for sure
Bitches ain't goin' back poor (Huh) (Thotty)
Come to my block and I'll show you around like a tour (Let's go)
[Verse]
Bitches ain't on shit for real (On shit, uh-uh)
These niggas ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin, what?)
You funny, you ain't got no money (No money, boom)
Pretty and gangster, that nigga gon' love me (Grrah)
Grip on the Glock when I reach out and touch it (Boom)
Fuck all them niggas, I treat 'em like nothin' (Like nothin', what?)
Don't care if that nigga was buzzin'
I trap out the South, I get P's by the dozen (Let's go)
Ion get mad (Uh-uh)
Put a bitch in a cast (Grrah)
Put yo main nigga last (Aye)
Spend what you save on a bag
Bitches don't like me, I pop out and brag (Pop out and brag)
Foot on the gas (Nyoom)
Get 'em up, no mass (Grrah, grrah)
My nigga too tatt'
Five, five, two, six
Ain't savin' these niggas, I'd rather go get me some cash
[Pre-Chorus]
Rather go get me some mo'fuckin' money (Money)
Got pussy, he said he was hungry (Hungry?)
Leave niggas inside of the function
Say they some killers, to us, niggas nothin' (Niggas nothin')
We got the bitches and bottles and smoke (Smoke) (Thotty)
Don't link up wit bitches who broke (Broke)
My nigga a demon (Demon)
He blow out the air out yo throat (Grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
Keep on- keep on dissin' on my niggas, ain't on shit
(Grrah, boom)
Talkin' all that tough shit to a bitch make you a bitch (Boom)
Niggas who talk down be in my DM, under my pic (Thotty)
Think you got one up on me (Huh huh)
Bitches ain't on shit (Ha)
Made a bag and got addicted
Bitch, we ain't gotta speak to sixty (Huh)
Niggas ain't even fifty
Keep it a hunnit, don't burn up yo bridges
Shit's like crack and I need more
Money my love, I'm fuckin' for sure
Bitches ain't goin' back poor (Huh) (Thotty)
Come to my block and I'll show you around like a tour (Let's go)
[Outro]
Rather go get me some mo'fuckin' money (Money)
Got pussy, he said he was hungry (Hungry?)
Leave niggas inside of the function
Say they some killers, to us, niggas nothin' (Niggas nothin')
We got the bitches and bottles and smoke (Smoke) (Thotty)
Don't link up wit bitches who broke (Broke)
My nigga a demon (Demon)
He blow out the air out yo throat (Grrah, grrah)
