[ Featuring Freddie Gibbs ]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Pack came in, dope showed up
Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count f*cked up, house blown up
Count f*cked up, house blown up
F*ckin' with me and my niggas we fed up, yeah
Nigga f*ckin' with me it's a man down
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays)
Get that yay, whip that yay (yeah)
F*ckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
F*ckin' with me and my niggas it's man down
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf*ckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf*ckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face, say crime pays
Somebody wanna go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
Bitch I'm smokin' on that Schwarzenegger, that terminator
I put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin' yayo
My amigo got fifty-three acres, a regulator
Got big nuts, I say f*ck the world I might, impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator
Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas, straight 'til they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got fifty-three acres, a regulator
Drivin' up lets get this paper, get this paper
F*ckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
F*ckin' with me and my niggas it's man down
Bitch I'm back on that dope
Boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out (boy I'm Xan'd out)
I relapse on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
With a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf*ckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf*ckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face, say crime pays
Somebody wanna go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
(They don't wanna go to)
(F*ckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up)
(F*ckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up)
