[Tag]

(Ay that’s hard Zay)

[Verse 1]

My niggas all retarded, they just wanna know where the lick is

These bitches came to party, they just wanna know where the liquor

I only know her partly, she still want me to hit her

Shit, I ain’t gay, so I hit it then dismiss it

She got a nice face, booty fat, but I ain’t kiss her

Asked to stay the night, told her “finish up them dishes”

She ain’t like Tha Fella, but she love to take my member

Fourth Street hood dweller with some Chi Town hitters

Real dope dеaler, after sevеn or eight figures

Most niggas settle for millions, I expect atleast a billion

I ain’t talkin’ rap money, I ain’t talkin’ dope dealin’

This is barely the beginning of my impact you’ll be feelin’

[Hook]

Can’t move like you got it, if you ain’t got it

My whole posse ‘bout profit and them niggas violent

I need cold hard cash, fuck direct deposit

Let me get the rack up front after you see the product

Can’t move like you got it, if you ain’t got it

My whole posse ‘bout profit and them niggas violent

I need cold hard cash, fuck direct deposit

Let me get the rack up front after you see the product

[Verse 2]

Forty dollars and a ride turn a boy into a man

Can’t get up on his own, so I lend a helping hand

Teach a man how to fish, he’ll bring food for the clan

Show him how to flip a zip and he provide for his fam

It’s all about options boy, that’s what creates success

Niggas locked up, but they swear we ain’t oppressed

Somehow killin’ niggas is a form of self defense

That’s why my gang bust triggers at any cracka’ in a vest

And we aiming at your neck, letting loose the whole clip

I ain’t tryna get away, I’m tryna kill you bitch

For Zo, and for Eric, when he said he can’t breathe

But you squeezed and you squeezed ‘til that nigga was deceased

If the judge ain’t gon’ book ‘em, for shootin’ when we freeze

Then I’m shootin’ back ‘til they kill me, on the B

If the judge ain’t gon’ book ‘em, for shootin’ when we freeze

Then I’m shootin’ back at 12 ‘til they kill me, on the B

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I’m after pita, need a loaf, not a piece

Got the chop without stock for the cheap

HKP7 sent to me from Greece

I’m ready for a problem, but I really want peace

I’m all about a dollar, that’s what got me into P’s

Know my Momma worry ‘bout me, but she know I’m a G

I ain’t a gangbanger, I’m a gangsta, on the B

I’ll punk your big homie, then my niggas turn to thieves

Steal everything you got, then dip before police

I know they’d try to pop me if they got the chance to see

Tha motherfuckin Fella on his own two feet

I worry fuck niggas, that’s why they all hate me

All my niggas bust triggers, top notch escapees

Never got caught in this Wraith on the 60

Doin’ 200 before the cops hittin’ 80

Take the next exit, switch it out to the grey thing