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[Intro: Joey Fatts] These niggas ain't fuckin' with me I'm in double S, he in double G, uh Ayy, ayy— Ayy Huh Ayy [Chorus: Joey Fatts] On my mama, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me I'm in double S, he in double G, uh Ayy, that fire in my dungarees, ayy, uh Knock a nigga off his feet On my mama, forever gon' gang with my locs, uh This 90 shit is all I know Ayy, rest in peace to the bros If it's up, nigga, we gon' go [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] Ayy, you want smoke, then it's on the floor Ayy, on 90 Crip, Slim gon' go Ayy, on 90 Crip, Fade gon' blow Ayy, on 90 Crip, Monk'll go Got all my chains on, bad bitches love me like Faison SB Dunks, no Js on, tryna find a bad bitch and lay on Worried 'bout my dick, put a face on it Opps been taggin' they hood, so I went hit it up and put a K on it Catch ya all-black in the hood, had Monk walk down, put his K on 'em I'm so Cherryside, I'm so Poppyside Bitch, I'm all the sides, I'm with all the guys Have your mom horrified, lеave a nigga mortified, nigga On my mama bad bitches smilе when they see me Don't know if it's my style or the VVs These F color, no CZ And, baby, I'm shittin' on your BD Your last nigga shoppin' at Didi's Lame little nigga tryna be me Sippin' color purple when you see me Don't watch me, watch TV [Chorus: Joey Fatts] On my mama, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me I'm in double S, he in double G, uh Ayy, that fire in my dungarees, ayy, uh Knock a nigga off his feet On my mama, forever gon' gang with my locs Uh, this 90s shit is all I know Ayy, rest in peace to the bros If it's up, nigga, we gon' go [Verse 2: Dave East] If it's up, nigga, now we gon' go That bitch gotta go (Go) She on her phone recordin', the fuck is you doin'? (Fuck is you doin'?) I'm famous, it's hard to be known On my mom, out this mud I just ran up hundred pack I killed shorty then my man hit it I'm good, baby, I don't want it back (I'm good) I be movin' forward, I don't double back (Never) I'm in a drop filled with blunt smoke No Louis Vuitton, got on Cutthroat (Cutthroat) Shout out to Pell and my cut-throats A crafty young nigga, was once broke (Harlem) I hit the lick of a lifetime (Lifetime) My life was depressin' like Lifetime We followed no rules or no guidelines (Not one) Jump off the roof, nigga, skydive (Dive) Like listen who got first (Uh) I'm good with my plug so I always can buy work (Always) Got a nine under my shirt (Nine) I'm a star in my circle, I might put on Converse (Chucks) Joey, my brother fly, but you know how we rockin', my nigga I sit back and watch 'em copy you, nigga From the dirt, you know I got you, my nigga (FTD) All hustle, I don't want luck, forever these thumbs up (Thumbs) Outside when the sun up Shit might get hot, why you go put your gun up? (Why?) If they spin back, then we done up (Damn) We rich, but we dangerous You not 'bout no action, it's best not to hang with us Some scared to boogie, know I brought game with 'em Dirt Gang, heart to heart, it ain't no changin' 'em [Chorus: Joey Fatts] On my mama, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me I'm in double S, he in double G, uh Ayy, that fire in my dungarees, ayy, uh Knock a nigga off his feet On my mama, forever gon' gang with my locs Uh, this 90s shit is all I know Ayy, rest in peace to the bros If it's up, nigga, we gon' go [Outro: Joey Fatts] On my mama, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me I'm in double S, he in double G, uh Ayy, ayy, uh Knock a nigga off his feet