Get yo guns

[Chorus] Make that money fuck it if a nigga act funny Go get yo gun Chop and shop it a nigga try to butt in on the profit then Go get you gun Keep yo money in ya pocket nigga don’t chase no bitch chase the paper and the bitches come So go find a way to get you some (Whoo Kid!) [Verse 1] It ain’t hard to see ya the way you and yo crew packed in Nigga my trunk big enough to shoot craps in If you a OG i admire a you back when When i ride through the bitches say ooh that’s him I’ll be on album ten when them boys grow up Your doors go out, my doors go up, nigga what? Ya old Chevy with the pump grey leather dash I jet pass like Nash and i never crash I grew up with corner and a liquor spot This is what came outta the kush and the swisha’ box I’m from where the kids diss the cops And if ya wrist is rocked you gotta walk around with the Glock My calm tune gotcha ya sister hot jealousy’ll getcha shot Really good lawyer will getcha shot The real niggas know this is hot They holla what up? Ain’t shit, same boat different dock If i bring out the new shit ya lip’ll drop Naw I ain’t just a star ima dipper ach Take a picture stop, now picture this The best niggas out without me on that list Queens days and Harlem nights on that bacardí white I grind hard And shine like Ferrari lights You niggas hardly nice I should take a bow They prolly mimickin’ my shit right now