[Hook: Demotus]

Niggas don't really got work

See you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye

Pussy nigga talking got murked

Wanted 3 pounds got a 3 round burst, dam

Bitch nigga gon' get hurt

If a nigga scared tell that nigga go to church, aye

Aiming right where the feds lurk

Letting off shots hit a nigga head first, dam

[Verse 1: Demotus]

Glock hit a bitch, hit a cop in his shit

He was riding round posted on my block tryna snitch

Ops lick a dick, and my trigger finger itch

Ima wet the whole scene won't stop if I miss, aye

I just might use a whole clip, aye

They tell me stop bitch you wish, aye

I just might sauce on yo bitch, aye

Might just take off with yo bitch, aye

Got that 30 on my hip, aye

Got that 30 let it rip, aye

Bitch we really with the shits, aye

Shoot a nigga then I dip, aye

Y'all just be talking shit, I'm on a rocket ship

I just rolled up a whole zip, yuh

You cannot rock with my clique, aye

Please hop up off the dick

New niggas ringing my line

I just hit that decline all these niggas just get on my nerves

All of these feds on my back Ima grab me a strap

And then hop in the car and then swerve

Hit a bitch nigga with the tax

Nigga this thrax got real loud packs of the herb

I don't give a fuck about rap

Thumbing through racks from a show

Then it's back to the curb

Young rad nigga on the moon

Bitch you got it wrong if you think that I'm a goon

I just learned bunch of evil shit from cartoons

And I like to shoot shit just to make it go boom, yuh

Splitting profits while you sit and gossip

If that nigga talkin then them pistols popping

Only bout my paper so it's fuck a hater

If you really want it then my niggas got it

Feel the pressure heavy turn em to spaghetti

Leave a nigga messy see he wasn't ready

Got my nigga luger he'll pull the ruger

If you talking stupid then he'll use machetes

I cannot fuck with no hoe

Fuck with my girl and that pistol got blow, aye

Sipping this tech got me slow

But all my money fast that's just how the shit go, aye

How I made it I don't know

Can't get my tactics you know I keep that on the low

Fuck them niggas bitch we really did it

I smoke by the onion just to keep me lifted

You can smell the fragrance, smellin like we made it

Money keep me shaded, from the friendly faces

Back then you was hatin, now you tryna say that

You were fuckin with me but I know you fakin

Rad Kidz this Rad Kidz that you a damn bitch

You can lick my sack

I remember back when I ain't have no racks

I came from being broke and I ain't going back, bitch

[Hook: Demotus]

Niggas don't really got work

See you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye

Pussy nigga talking got murked

Wanted 3 pounds got a 3 round burst, bitch