Showed His Hand

[Intro]

Yeah

Uh, hell yeah

Ayy

Uh, ayy

[Chorus]

I call her my bitch, then she ain't gotta chip in with it, true life shit gettin' realer and realer

Stuffed my safe 'til this shit won't fit, so I went and bought a vault just to hide out in it

Three letters, ARP, I don't hide from no nigga, only shit gettin' hid, nigga hidin' they bitches

Lil' compact but this bitch a four-nick', they gon' step outta love, I don't pay for a hit

And they know that, serve rich junkies like Kodak

That bitch never had no self-respect, she get walked on like a doormat

Niggas got hats but he got no money, see, it's a difference, my niggas got both

He can't hold no water for nothin', been showed his hand, nigga must be slow

[Verse]

Yeah, ayy

Lil' nigga loafin', I'm locked in, focused, they put me up there on the podium

I drop an eight in a liter, it's one more eight, finna shoot to the store again

Tried, he died, he played, he laid, the opps act like they don't know him

Nigga way too friendly, it's way too easy, bro say, "Fuck it, let's do him"

Pineapple Fanta, I turn it to whiskey, I'm fightin' the pain

Bitch got a head on her shoulders, goin' too crazy, I'm pushin' her, fightin' the brain

If you chargin' the high, then I would advise to not even come my way

Folks in a mission for licks and they ain't into waitin', he tryna take somethin' today

Set up a play, I was way out the way, I ain't gotta be too close for nothin'

I done seen niggas reach the top, then fall, your number get called, then you better ball or somethin'

Ayy, go get a bucket, I know how to hustle, I turn me a buck to a hundred

She talkin' in future, I think she ahead of herself, I was switchin' the subject

[Chorus]

I call her my bitch, then she ain't gotta chip in with it, true life shit gettin' realer and realer

Stuffed my safe 'til this shit won't fit, so I went and bought a vault just to hide out in it

Three letters, ARP, I don't hide from no nigga, only shit gettin' hid, nigga hidin' they bitches

Lil' compact but this bitch a four-nick', they gon' step outta love, I don't pay for a hit

And they know that, serve rich junkies like Kodak

That bitch never had no self-respect, she get walked on like a doormat

Niggas got hats but he got no money, see, it's a difference, my niggas got both

He can't hold no water for nothin', been showed his hand, nigga must be slow