[Intro: FTM Bear]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(P8, catch a bag)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

From the mud, nigga, call me Mud

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Call me Squeeze)

[Verse 1: FTM Bear]

Rich enough to have a chauffeur, I whip the Hellcat like it's stolen

All my jewelry came from Hutchs, never spent a bag at Golden

Fuckin' his bitch up on the balcony in Miami in my Louis loafers

Another nigga want pressure behind his bitch and I don't even know her

Ain't no average nigga, uh, I'm havin' shit

Get a bag and makе it disappear (Poof), a magic trick

My neck look just like a chandеlier, it's glass in it

He say he gon' do some shit to Bear, we laugh at him

I'm not arguin', I'm buyin' niggas, my accountant say that's the wrong move

Go'n and try again, I'm tellin' you, nigga, you got the wrong dude

My youngin popped a nigga up and went and made a song too

One foot out the streets, but I can't leave what I belong to

I'm glued, nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: FTM Bear]

Go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, nigga

I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, nigga

I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you

I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you

I told you (Yeah), go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, nigga

I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, nigga

I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you

I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you

I told you

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]

Don't like to repeat myself, won't tell your ass again (I know)

I ain't gon' tell you what you wanna hear, I'll tell you how it is (For real)

I was on the North with them guys, trappin', sharin' a bed

Chopper on me soon as I close my eyes so they won't tap my head

Huh, they just rode past twice, bro, watch that black Impala (Watch that car)

Feds been watchin' our ass too, we took the straps to mamas (Come on)

If I don't fuck the first two nights, I'm just gon' think you childish

Huh, had disagreements with my mama, but I know she proud of me

Can't fit money in my wallet, put it in my Prada jeans

Can't be the only nigga poppin', everybody gotta eat

It ain't only one nigga poppin', everybody got a heat

Tell my bitch that I got hoes, that way I ain't gotta cheat (I ain't gotta cheat)

Huh, yeah, this shit for real for real (For real)

That's my brother, do somethin' to him, he might get killed for real, huh (On God)

She fuck with me after what I did, that lil' bitch real for real, huh

I need a jacket when I put on this chain, might catch a chill for real (For real, yeah)

[Chorus: FTM Bear]

Go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, nigga

I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, nigga

I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you

I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you

I told you (Yeah), go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, nigga

I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, nigga

I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you

I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you

I told you