[Intro]

(Getta Beats)

Mhm

What up, Getta?

[Verse 1]

I done gave these niggas time after time to get it right

I can't hold a nigga hand, I'm on my way, I'm takin' flight

Do the Louis with the Gucci, which one I'ma play tonight?

My bitch got a bustdown 41, it shine bright

I thought I told you I don't write, boy, this shit come off the top

See him out and get him dropped, do the dash, fuck the cops

Ain't no love, fuck the opps, got a muzzle on the chop

Fuck around, wake up the block, we put switches on the Glocks

What's the tickets on the blocks? Is you taxin' or you not?

If them prices low enough, then I want everything you got

But if you say a crazy number, then your stupid ass gettin' robbed

Fast Money, bitch, the mob, bossman, givin' out jobs

We make pussy niggas go hide, niggas scared to come outside

I be out here with my squad, don't go nowhere without four-five

All that internet thuggin', I hope we catch him while he live

Nothin' less than a thousand shots with me when I slide

[Chorus]

Yeah, nigga, hmm, and we'll spin again

Bet they think twice before they play with me again

They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs

I'll hit any nigga town and don't check in

Dog said that shit takin' a ten, he brought the best in

Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin

Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this shit that real

Told them niggas I was gettin' right, they goin' left still

[Verse 2]

Real niggas never fold, solid nigga, never told

The type of business I be standin' on, I need eleven toes

Told Choose to call Fred Bands, I need another load

Mix the opp pack with Cavities, this shit super strong

Buffs on, boogers in the middle, I see through the hate

Ain't no trespassin' where I live, you can't get through the gate

Big money, you don't get money, you a flunky

I'm big unky, off an eight of Wocky, higher than the junkies

Ain't no nigga fuckin' with me, I proved it too many times

Noddin' off while I'm drivin', I think I drunk too many lines

I don't listen to nigga's music, I hear too many lies

For that Saint Louis, I gotta get off this crack, somebody dyin'

[Chorus]

Yeah, nigga, hmm, and we'll spin again

Bet they think twice before they play with me again

They ain't know we be ridin' with yops and them FNs

I'll hit any nigga town and don't check in

Dog said that shit takin' a ten, he brought the best in

Me and brodie got a half a brick at the Westin

Started throwin' up soon as I touched it, this shit that real

Told them niggas I was gettin' right, they goin' left still