[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(My nigga Brando the sickest, on God)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Uh, yeah, Top nigga, let's get that money, nigga
Ain't no time to waste, ain't no time to play with these pussy-ass niggas, these hoes
[Verse 1]
Did they send my money? That's a big advance, yeah, yeah
Got shawty countin' up these hundreds, nigga, in a minute, need more rubber bands
Had to tell my bro'nem, "Don't fuck up that plan"
My neck so flushed, how I'm turned up, gon' leave with so many hoes tonight, need an extra Sprinter van
Jump out the whip and stop that man, bitch, I don't play no games
Boy step, they bang, each one bust brains
If you up in war, need to do the same
Bought my first car, bought my first chain (Ha)
I'm legendary, plus a vet inside the murder game
And I'm runnin', got the law wan' come in
Freeze me, to teach me, try breach me, probably saw me on the TV
Now wan' make me a repeat
I flood my bitch in CC, don't worry 'bout it
She paid and got her body poppin'
I'm paid and got my whips exotic
Have a shootout how I'm rockin', tell 'em, "Stop it"
Bitch-ass boy know that I'm with that, with a rocket sittin' back
Push your shit back
What's that you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, you ain't like that, that's one strike, yeah
Second one, that'll be your deathbed, Top known to split heads
Cut down, six twelves and two fours, can't play the short bed
Know my slimes around and they all about that
They'll hang up out that
Quick to take the Glock and whoop this nigga head, the fuck you said?
Had it on my mind, we been slingin' iron
We been ten or slime since they been dead
Mama say, "Fuck 'em," I'ma cutthroat 'em
Leave him stretched right on side where he stay at
[Interlude]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga, don't play with me
Never break and enterin', spray with me
Never laid with me, better watch what the fuck you say to me
Nigga know I kept them Ks with me
And ChoppaBoy, that's E
I was sixteen, havin' him stop, jump out and clear the whole street
Might start a beef
I'm gone off lean, but grind by any means
Count paper up, fuck haters
I'm on papers, still gettin' dirty, I'm tryna shake 'em
Bought this Glock off the Melpomene, home of the Saints, dress like a Laker
He dressin' black while servin' gray, call him a Raider
Who plannin' on steppin' on me? I send plenty rounds through your town
Lil' shorty just wanna come over, she plan on me takin' her down
They wanna know how a nigga live the mack life
Spend hundred thousand dollars all on clothes to keep my swag right
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I live a mack life, she know I wan' get up in it
Get on top me in the Bentley (Oh-oh-oh-oh), baby girl, these windows tinted
Tell them niggas I ain't friendly, they know I'm a fuckin' menace, oh
