[Intro]

Fah-fah, fbee

[Chorus]

Ni-ni-niggas don't want no action

I pull that chop' out, get to clappin' (Grrah, pow, pow)

Bitch nigga was talkin' hot, what happened?

Le-leave 'em on TV 'cause he was actin'

Fuckboy smokin' that cheap weed, can't pass it

Go-got free kicks off him, he was lackin' (Bitch)

[Verse]

These rap niggas bitch-made, really passive

I'm ridin' with blick on me, I'm in traffic

Mo-mo-money got a boatload, bitch, I'm the captain

Thirty thousand, spread that shit on a matress

Look at you rap niggas, broke as a joke

L-look at this G19, what I tote

You niggas be fiends, boy, layin' where you owe

I can tell by the fit that you trap real slow

I-I-I seen your chick, wouldn't make her my ho

I seen your whip, wouldn't take it up the road

These niggas be bitch-made, won't do a show

I ride for my brothers, I know they won't fold

You fuck niggas got in that jam and you told

I seen these fuck niggas cliqued up

T-twenty thousand, I'ma level my wrist up (Hrr)

Real Southside, this not for the pic', bruh

R-real EBK too, fuck your gang, bruh

Ridin' with twin, yeah, you know he got aim, bruh

Po-pour a lil' Tris', yeah, it's easin' my pain, yeah

Niggas tryna politic, don't even bang, bruh

Niggas tryna talk to me, don't got rank, yeah

Shit'll never go bad, I'll fuck up a bank, yeah

Movin' militant, push up in a tank, yeah

The pape', get to this shit, boy, you just wait, yeah

Fuck with the slimes, I go out the A, yeah

F-f-fuck with the mob, hit New York for the day, yeah

[Chorus]

Ni-ni-niggas don't want no action

I pull that chop' out, get to clappin' (Grrah, pow, pow)

Bitch nigga was talkin' hot, what happened?

Le-leave 'em on TV 'cause he was actin'

Fuckboy smokin' that cheap weed, can't pass it

Go-go-got free kicks off him, he was lackin'