[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

(Bayden have you been day drinking?)

Got it on me

[Chorus]

Fuck niggas know where to find me, I stay on the block feel like I was in B

And I got a couple day one niggas round me, you know that that's all that I need

Real niggas know what I mean

She make you pay for the fuck but she know I'm that nigga, I got it for free

And I know bitches lie it is not what it seems

This shit bigger than you and I imma die for my team

And I keep my dog to the right so at night I can sleep

Nigga try me, it's gon an eye for an eye, that's on me

Oh murder, I cannot say what I seen

[Verse 1]

With syrup, niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Turn up, I'm in the club with QC

Burn up, somewhere I'm rocking the mink

Yeah, shawty say she wanna mink

I'm in the club I got bottles and bitches you know that that's all that I need

She call me papa like David Ortiz

I got a drop but she's causing a scene

Bitch call the doctor your man's on the floor

They called the oppas, they got it on ring

Bro got a chopper, know yadadamean

Yeah, bitch, yadadamean

Uh, I only hit it like once, she come back to me like a fiend

That fuck nigga, yeah, he got jugged, ah, gave him the shake like the Dream

Ah, kill with the hooks like Kareem

Then I go hunt for the opps like a ring

This dick make her twitch and I don't even strain

Bitch I keep it a bean, yadadamean

[Chorus]

Fuck niggas know where to find me, I stay on the block feel like I was in B

And I got a couple day one niggas round me, you know that that's all that I need

Real niggas know what I mean

She make you pay for the fuck but she know I'm that nigga, I got it for free

And I know bitches lie it is not what it seems

This shit bigger than you and I imma die for my team

And I keep my dog to the right so at night I can sleep

Nigga try me, it's gon an eye for an eye, that's on me

Oh murder, I cannot say what I seen

[Verse 2]

Country boy, let's keep my hoes divided

Why I'm gon commit, I'm undecided

Always keep one with me to remind me that I can prolly bag like anybody

Nah she don't want me she want my pockets, that money gonna trap like any thotty

That bitch like Joseph, she be stylin'

I got guap, got racks, whatever you gon call it

I blow bags, I just walked out of Filas

LV, exhibit in Design District, yeah I had to cop me a new wallet

I ain't take it, bitch, it ain't my fault

Nah I don't want smoke with anybody, but I keep my niggas right behind me

Cash with me, feel like I was Dommy

Give her d like I was on the Sonics