[ Featuring
Skilla Baby ]
(This a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)
Ain't gotta lie to these bitches, they already wanna f*ck
Ain't gotta lie to these niggas, they bitches lie to them enough
Better not play if you thirsty, bitches be linin' niggas up
Glock'll give you lip injections, this a Kylie Jenner gun, wait
Should I do the Rose Patek Skelly or the Rollie?
This the type of shit I used to dream about in Cody
I'm the type of nigga duck the feds if they on me
You the type of nigga duck a nigga if you owe him
Two M's in jewelry every time I link with Skilla
Get a nigga fried, I'm the stove, Doctor Skillet
We be overbuyin', we got more guns than killers
Should I buy two hundred choppers or a Richard Millie?
Don't bet with them niggas if they against us, they gon' fail you
Ask them niggas what's the score, I bet they ain't gon' tell you
Gray and blue Track' look like a Oakland county jail suit
Better not raise your voice at Mari Red, that boy'll nail you (haha)
Ain't gotta lie to a nigga, if I'ma kill him, I'ma kill him
In the rental on the road with more dogs than a kennel
R.I.P. my pops, he would've put your pops in the 'spital
Niggas rats, when they get jammed, they talk, Stuart Little
Catch a snitch walkin' out of court and shoot off the dribble
Niggas only shooters when they on the 'net, Kerry Kittle
Heard his life leave, I knew he was dead when I hit him
Told the dope fiends sign to Roc Nation, I'm jiggin'
Should I play the 580, Urus or the Track'?
If you wanna sign to me or Tee, catch a hat
Spinnin' in the Track', no cap, killers in the back
These ain't regular handguns, I put switches on the back
Wilt Chamberlain in the whip, left a hundred on that one block
The handgun Glock, when I slid, I had to come chop'
Got locked up, he couldn't come shank, had to come 'Lock
You know me, I make opps, duck, I don't duck opps
