[Intro]
Said I'm not that nigga to fuck wit
Not the type of nigga to get rough wit
No No No
Yeah
I'm the type of nigga to get up wit
She need a typa of nigga to get stuck wit
(Whatever that means)
It's some typa niggas you got luck with
It's some typa niggas that be on fuck shit
[Hook]
Big boy shit
Yeah me and my niggas really truck shit
Me and my niggas up shit
Me and my niggas punch shit-tuck shit
So don't fuck wit us if you on that lame shit
My niggas on some gang shit
Taking drugs some Max Payne shit
And I'm 2 Geeked Up! but I don't lace shit
[Verse 1: Wavyn8]
Real hellraiser
Don’t call me when I'm getting this paper
I need it now give a fuck about later
I'm counting up getting greater and greater
Bad lil bitch said she want me to tape her
Ball too hard should of signed wit the lakers
Smoke too much might need an inhaler
Nen too strong got me walking in craters
Lightning McQueen like I'm rolling wit Mater
Dog eat dog
I'm surrounded by haters
Spit game cut like I'm hiding a razor
Shock her in bed like i got me a taser
Fucking that bitch til she want me to date her
Said we in love she forgot I'm a faker
Heather my bitch this no Christian Slater
I just be speeding not really racer
Double cup bleeding feel like I'm in space her
Body too nice I'm just tryna taste her
Mind is not right think I'm finna chase her
Too many hoes to have one on my plate her
Friends is up next perfect to replace her
Don’t give a fuck I'm just counting it up
And please don't forget I’m a real hell raiser
[Hook]
Big boy shit
My niggas really truck shit
Me and my niggas up shit
Me and my niggas punch shit-tuck shit
So don't fuck wit us if you on that lame shit
My niggas on some gang shit
Taking drugs some Max Payne shit
And I'm 2 Geeked Up! but I don't lace shit
[Verse 2: Gory Boy]
I get the mula
I get the guap
This bitch tryna fuck
I told her to stop
Don’t talk a lot
My photos is shopped
I cop shit a lot
Don’t post what I got
Watch you niggas get got
Like this bitch that I dropped
Yeah this shit cost a lot
Whip skirt wit no top
I feel like Ghost Rider
I’m blazing i’m hot
Turn that boy to a John Doe
When that trigger pop
Hell nah i ain’t going
You high off the pot
Think that i dont write?
All these notes that i jot
When i get in the studio that shit hot
I’m so fire flame
All these niggas they jock
Killing all my opps
Killing all my opps like a juggernaut
Can’t wait til my haters get old and then rot
Bitches they stare at the shit that i rock
I gotta stay focused on counting this paper
Try me and you can get hit with the Glock
Can’t fuck with you niggas that sit round and plot
Bitch said it is what it is
But it’s not
Killing all my opps like a juggernaut
Think i kinda like this bitch cuz she always say wassup a lot
A lie detector how i know if these niggas is cap or not
After this song niggas bet not still be asking can he rap or not
This bitch automatic
Just like a d- amn android or a robot
I like my guns wit a red dot
AJSSOLIT yeah hes red hot
Not talking bout cooking but I burnt pot
Eyes is bloodshot like a damn bloodclot
Swear i can slow down time when i sip wock
(Swear i can slow down time when i sip wock)