[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
I can talk about the sack when I get it
I only talk about a stain when I hit it
I only rap about the field cause I'm in it
Niggas ain't in the field, they just witness
I don't fuck with niggas or bitches
Cause they be sneak dissing or snitching
Flexed up, Polo and the True Religion
These niggas, they pussy, they dripping
On the block, see a opp, Glock gripping
See the Jakes on the block, I'm dipping
Cause the weed and the rocks, we flipping
Slow creep through the lot, we tipping
Lemon squeeze on a jock, he limping
This me, how I rock, how I'm living
How a fly street nigga like a pigeon?
I miss LA, I wish he was out here with me
Going crazy, off the lazy, making digits
We stayed off Yops, toting, fucking all these bitches
And he ain't out here with me so listen
Any nigga in the world, he could get it
Call Johnny and he coming with the eight
You got them dollars then we wonder, "Where the safe?"
I'll put a fuck nigga in his place
And I'm riding with my niggas, fuck the Jakes
You can catch me on the drive, by the Sub'
Or I'm trapping with the guys, pouring up
Niggas looking crazy when we rolling up
But it ain't shit, cause I got the totem tucked
I got a shawty, call it yoga, fold 'em up
And we ain't really for none of the chit chat
Steady screaming GDK cause I'm with that
Designer everything on me, but it's mismatched
'sace shades, I can't really see y'all
You broke boys, I wouldn't wanna be y'all
Thick bitch booty round me ball
Niggas hacking, they so foul, we ball
And I'mma ball, 'til I muhfuckin' fall
Free folksnem locked inside the walls
Fuck a diss, cause it's money overall
And I'mma get the sack, that's regardless
Better than a nigga that's working the hardest
I'll bus off a nigga like I'm autist
Kush smoking and it's stanking like some garbage
With a whole lot of young wild hotheads
Don't watch me bitch watch TV
It's Bin Laden bitch, it's JB
Have NOBU, pop out, go crazy
And if you owe me, nigga, better pay me
I don't really care about 'em, I be on my own dick
On some fuck the world shit, bitch, with a long clip
How you rapping this and that, nigga, you ain't on shit?
Cut that shit out man
Nigga, you ain't on shit!
[Verse 2: Filly]
They say, "Filly, where the fuck you been?"
On the drive, where it's live, counting Benjamins
On the drive, where it's live, where you never been
Out late, Letterman, we be hitting shit
Money ain't a thang, cause I get the shit
He could never hang, he ain't with the shit
My block slam, on that gripping shit
Set rep LA on that Clippers shit
If you want smoke, that's all you gotta say
Hollows hit a nigga like the freights
Money turn a nigga to a snake
Pressure turn a nigga to the Jakes
Where the fuck you at? I be out there everyday
Out there getting money, fuck niggas in the way
Lil' niggas playing with the guns, put a nigga in the early grave
Niggas say they paid in full, nigga you ain't even getting paid
You ain't on shit, you a bitch, you a lame
Me and JB, Steam Dean, hittin lanes
See a opp, whack a opp, niggas get changed
He a bitch, and he ain't on shit
Niggas tryna network, I be on my own shit
I be probably posted or, jugging off the phone shit
Probably on the block, cause I don't do that broke shit
How you say you 400? Nigga you don't know Slip!
