[Intro]
(Ghostrage)
Yeah, turn it up a lil' bit
Yeah, I'ma tell y'all a story
[Chorus]
I saw the look in her eyes and she went right from the start
Stood on the block with the guys, we had to watch for the narcs
These niggas be hatin' a whole lot of jealousy
I'm 'bout to pray for my niggas got felonies
Back in the day, I was sellin' it
I get the pack and I'm mailin' it
Bad lil' bitch and I call her my vibe
Came out the streets and I cannot deny it
Flew to LA and I got on my grind
Left what I left, I'm not lookin' behind
We don't just be fuckin', she mine
Niggas be crossin' the line
'Til they get hit with that iron
Niggas, they losin' they life
[Verse 1]
I'm with a whole lot of bosses
Nigga get whacked, we not takin' no losses
I put that shit on and I don't want no sauce
Same niggas hit me, they hoes are gettin' tossed
Since I was young, had a vision
Lately I been on a mission
I got that good aim and precision
All of that cap, we gon' knock off your fitted
Boy, you just need to relax
Pussy so good and she keep it wet
Country boys on the way, I gotta tax
Whole lot of bad bitches say I'm attract'
They salute me like the cap'
Had to go hard, now I'm makin' it happen
I spent a lot on the drip
I'm so in love with this fashion
If they get behind me, I'm smashin'
Geeked up and leanin', I hope I don't crash it
Used to be robbin', no mask
Takin' the shit without askin' (Give me that)
Thirty-one flavors like Baskin
Who is this lil' nigga? Everybody askin'
Lil' nigga used to be ashy
I went from ashy to classy
[Chorus]
I saw the look in her eyes and she went right from the start
Stood on the block with the guys, we had to watch for the narcs
These niggas be hatin' a whole lot of jealousy
I'm 'bout to pray for my niggas got felonies
Back in the day, I was sellin' it
I get the pack and I'm mailin' it
Bad lil' bitch and I call her my vibe
Came out the streets and I cannot deny it
Flew to LA and I got on my grind
Left what I left, I'm not lookin' behind
We don't just be fuckin', she mine
Niggas be crossin' the line
'Til they get hit with that iron
Niggas, they losin' they life
[Verse 2]
How many niggas stay solid?
He gon' fold up like a wallet
Fly like a plane, I'm the pilot
I got everything, I don't need a stylist
Swear all these bitches be wildin'
Can't trust these bitches, they childish
I used to brake on a Taurus
Now everyday in a foreign
I'm in the back of the Maybach
If you my lil' bitch, I'ma say that
I already know where my plate at
Shootin' at me, I'ma spray back
Lot of these niggas ain't built for this
Niggas ain't built for this
I can not fuck with no middleman
Might as well build a bitch
You told on your dawg, you a rat
You need to get beat with the bat
All of that cappin' go put on a cap
You probably re-up with a gram
You wasn't serving that yam
I had to take care of the fam
Now they be knowin' who I am
[Chorus]
I saw the look in her eyes and she went right from the start
Stood on the block with the guys, we had to watch for the narcs
These niggas be hatin' a whole lot of jealousy
I'm 'bout to pray for my niggas got felonies
Back in the day, I was sellin' it
I get the pack and I'm mailin' it
Bad lil' bitch and I call her my vibe
Came out the streets and I cannot deny it
Flew to LA and I got on my grind
Left what I left, I'm not lookin' behind
We don't just be fuckin', she mine
Niggas be crossin' the line
'Til they get hit with that iron
Niggas, they losin' they life
