[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, put the soy sauce on this motherfucker

[Verse]

Yeah, hit, they getting up out of there, get out

Live by the code, it ain't nothing to tell 'bout

Been working hard, I'm rocking these shows, I can't be a sellout

Let lil' Kel out, got my niggas still sitting in the jailhouse

Oh Lord, I'm a real sorry man

Nigga, you ain't my dog if you left out

And a young nigga still kicking shit on the best side

Diamonds hit on my chest, I gotta go VVS, ain't no SI

Had to give 'em my best, ain't no less I

Crazy I lost my dog, this shit messed up

Had to keep my head high and my chest up

Now we winning, it's like what you left for?

But see, y'all did me wrong, know I left 'em

Walking the beat down, this shit my job

Now we flying private (Yeah)

Pull up Gilligan Island (Yeah)

What we doing? We vibing (Yeah)

Roll with us, tell them lil' niggas vest up, have them lil' niggas sent off

Doing shit that my mama got sick of, tell them lil' niggas get up with me

Whole ten thou' what I want for a feat

Walk in, got calluses all on the feet

I eat niggas sweet, I got cavity teeth

Put paper on your head, but they robbing for free

And I know you ain't know, you can't pop it to me

Know I'm properly here and I'm capital P

And what happened in here, it can't happen to me

I got shooters with me, like who clapping at me?

I be changing my lifestyle

Rapping on beats, I got blood on my shoes from being in the streets

And lil' buddy got hit up, fuck being a vegan

We starting the beef, you can't do with that me

Nigga shootout with niggas, can't do that to me

I ain't beat the charge, I end up taking a plea

They say it wasn't a murder 'cause young nigga bleeding out

Hit 'em up, watch the young nigga bleed out

And these fuck niggas know what I bleed out

He seen me and he know who I be, I

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Pussy boy can't even go on the beehive

Pushing up tryna see what he be 'bout

See what he said, tryna see what the beef 'bout

2200, we been on the hot block

Hit up opp block

We just cooking up shit in the crockpot

Drop the bag, these boys gonna opp shop, them niggas not hot

I'm with the roster, boy, what you talking 'bout

Taking my G-Wagen straight to the chopshop

He got hot feet, hit his block, nigga, chop-chop

He get put in the hot seat, pop off

I been putting in work, I been turning it up, nigga watching me pop off

[Outro]

Turned myself up now these lil' bitches can't leave me lone

Turned myself up, I been staying out making these songs

Do this shit here for the block, I forever put on