[Intro]
(Ayo, Saint)
Yeah
You can't fuck with me, dawg
[Verse]
I pull up in something loud and it's too quick
Bounce out broad-day, shoot shit
Spend a rap deal on a new kit
I don't fuck with you, you pussy, told 'em wear it if the shoe fit
I'm balling on these niggas, they wanna see me on the bench
Cuz swing that Drac' back and forth, somebody gettin' hit
He searching high and low for his hoe, she probably on my dick
I'm in the middle of the projects so I'm like Jay with the stick
Ain't no nigga doing nothing
They heard *grr, grr, grr*, all I do is push a button
I put that pistol on you fast
My youngins strip you for that cash
I cut the lane and hit the gas, think the troopers kiss my ass
Papi on that bullshit
I don't want to hear that bullshit
All your jewelry bullshit
.223s, that's bullshit
We spin your block, don't go to hidin'
You'd think the floor wet way we slide
Drop my name in a diss, I guarantee somebody die
Nope, I don't got no deal
Yup, I sell dope still
He thought he was low behind the tint, then we shot through the windshield
My left wrist a big deal
Ho keep blowing up my phone, I had to tell her "Bitch, chill"
I brought my pistol on a date, she don't know this shit real
They tryna take me out my element
They ain't fucking with me
You can't name a nigga I ain't better than
Nigga, I'm god on my block, youngins protect me like the president
You call my phone but it ain't about no cash so therefore its irrelevant
Niggas buying thousand dollar jeans with no money in them
Wilt Chamberlain whole block nigga, we put a hundred in 'em
I keep my Glock glued to my waist, I ain't gotta run and get it
A nigga drop my name in a diss, it's lit, bitch, I'm coming with it
Fat Pocket Franky
Auntie get a sack and thank me
I'm that nigga who you can't be
Yo BM mad that you ain't me
Diamonds hittin', shine in HD
G-lock do not come with safety
Momma telling me be safe, she know half the city hate me
Know I ride with it on my lap
Your man died six months ago and you ain't slide yet
How you go to sleep at night? I know that's hard to digest
[Intermission]
There still more of the beat?
'Ight cool, I ain't done anyway
[Verse]
Head tapped him in the car, they did his dumb ass like Calvin
Had to tell lil' brody chill, 'cause his lil' young ass always wildin'
He don't give a fuck about my music, talk 'bout Bs, he get excited
We bounce out Vs, we covered in skis to try to keep us from indictments
Niggas gonna respect this shit, I dont give a fuck if they don't like us
Nigga, it'll be a thousand years before you see other niggas like us
Rob thirty thousand in a striker
Me and lil' broski just coolin'
I ain't worried bout the stick overheating 'cause this bitch came with a cooler
Put that shit on, throw my kit on, I feel like Slick Lick the ruler
[Outro]
Niggas can't fuck with me, dawg
