BFK

[Chorus]

East side niggas stay bout it

West side niggas stay bout it

North side niggas stay bout it

South side niggas stay bout it bout it

East side niggas stay bout it

West side niggas stay bout it

North side niggas stay bout it

South side niggas stay bout it bout it

[Verse 1]

G.I. niggas stay bout it

Take a nigga life don’t doubt it

Church and the liquor store crowded

911 is a joke don’t dial it

We ain't really tripping when the money stay piling

Money comin slow then mothafuckas get violent

I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage

Blowing on some dope with a yellow bone stallion

So high, and niggas wanna know why I ride

With semi automatic by my side

Cause I got niggas comin at my head

But I won’t let them bitches stop my bread

A mothafucka wanna short my dough

I hit him twice with the black fo-fo

The witness, courtroom no-show

And what a nigga don’t know, won’t go

‘Dro, hoes and the dope game made me

On the front page magazine, no label

Industry don’t want him cause the nigga’s too gangsta

Probably never heard him on ya radio station

Way too thug for these mothafuckin’ rappers

Rap way better than ya neighborhood trapper

Man came down on the uppity bitch

I be fuckin' the bitch, let my niggas smash right after

Dope in the kitchen gotta get it stretchin' n whippin'

Know some niggas that slippin, we can hit a lick if you with it

Then I ship and deliver, I ain’t took a trip in a minute

Now i’m in the position, I can give it to my lieutenant

Need a mothafucka robbed, I’m the nigga for the job

Peace to the Slammin' and the 5-Trey Mob

What you know about that life in the mask

Them Gary, Indiana niggas gift wrap ya casket, how ya love that?

[Chorus]

East side niggas stay bout it

West side niggas stay bout it

North side niggas stay bout it

South side niggas stay bout it bout it

East side niggas stay bout it

West side niggas stay bout it

North side niggas stay bout it

South side niggas stay bout it bout it

[Verse 2]

Yea, I ain’t got time for these bitches

Ain’t gotta dime for these bitches

Breakin' it down for 3 bitches

Duffle stuffed with 3 6’s

Heat under the pillow, I sleep wit' my Mrs

And I’m havin' dreams that’s bigger than 6 digits

Niggas where I rest possessed to whip chickens

Livin' on ya dick til ya hit the next shipment

So high, and niggas wanna know why I, ride

With semi automatic by my, side

I need a nigga that’s fosho gon' bust

And really I’m the only nigga I, trust

And really I'm the only nigga that, cold

New shoes, Cadillac on vogues

Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes

Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold

And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement

Chevy only carry heavy weight, Lord save 'em

Just another victim of the game, can you blame ‘em

And he stay paid, can’t a lame nigga fade 'em

And most of you niggas in the rap game dick blowers

But at the end of the day they don't get shit for it

But me and mine’s gotta eat, so I’m beatin’ up the street

Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it

Send ‘em to God, tryna rob the godfather

And if you scared of catchin’ a murder then why bother

I’m peelin' off a knock for pots of hot water

Niggas wrote me off and it made me grind harder

Peace to the East, nigga peace to the chief

Got a slug for the judge, bringin' heat for police

And a book full of sins that I reap when I sleep

Then I wake up and I put em on a beat, how you love that?

[Chorus]

East side niggas stay bout it

West side niggas stay bout it

North side niggas stay bout it

South side niggas stay bout it bout it