[Intro: Robbioso]
Whole squad on that—aye, aye
Whole squad on that—nigga
(Aye,
[?]
, this slap)
[Verse 1: Robbioso & #DRE West Oakland]
Whole squad on that dumb shit
Fuck is a beef? Thirty shots in that drumstick
All that talking 'bout a body, you ain't up shit
GLOCK 21 on soccer mode, this bitch got dumb kick
I'm 'bout bread, care less what you tellin' me
I keep a couple Ps like a motherfucking spelling bee
And I don't even need a beam, I got accuracy
Had to run off on the plug, he was taxin' me
Need a P, call Khalil, bro, he got it
Knot so fat you couldn't fit it in a wallet
Shoes cost a band, I don't rock Foamposites
Quit talkin' 'bout a foreign, broke nigga, go and cop it
If a bitch wanna fuck, better say something
Bet she won't even get a look if she don't pay nothing
Talk shit, no Febreze, I'll spray something
Boys get behind, up the Glocks and don't say nothing
Last year I was broke like a injury
Now my name buzzin', niggas sayin' that they kin to me
Fuck niggas, niggas ain't who they pretend to be
Rockin' all this gold, nigga, like I'm Mr. T
On the S, bet a band on that 6 8
Bro said he heard the boys comin', nigga, which way?
If it's funk why that lil nigga skip states?
And I ain't talkin' Kmart but got a big K
I ain't rockin with a nigga if he tellin'
In the trap blowin' loud like a dumb nigga yellin'
Where you from? Lil bitch, I'm from the 7
All that internet thuggin', I'll send your ass to heaven
Spend five bands in Neiman's, that's a bust down
Just hit a lick for like six, that's a touchdown
Fuck clowns, last year was broke but I'm up now
Same bummy ass nigga bustin' nuts now
Eight ounce of lean like the white in the pros
Got a nigga burnt out like a piece of some toast
Once a nigga get a bag, spend that with my folks
Kevin Hart, niggas' pockets a motherfucking joke
Broke bitch, I know you wanna live this lifestyle
Came up overnight, niggas like how?
Pipe down, run up on a nigga with the mic out (#DRE)
GLOCK 23, quick to shoot a nigga lights out (West Oakland)
[Verse 2: #DRE West Oakland]
Real niggas don't die
If you bust at my brother, a real nigga gon' slide
Never leave without my 9
Before I take a nigga life I'ma look him in his eyes
We on all gang shit
If you slide through the telly then the whole gang hit
Picasso, my niggas artistic, they paint whips
Dope dick, that's something the broke bitch can't get
Lil bitch, let me check that trap
One up top, better check that strap
Drop a location, I'm knockin' niggas off the map
Put a bitch on the blade with game sharper than a tack
Used to sell five sacks, now I'm playin' with a bag
Used to flip in the grass, now I'm flippin' them packs
Two hundred for a verse if you want straight crack
You done lost my respect cause you fuckin' with a rat
Free Shane, bro down for attempted body
I got bands, I could drop on a Maserati
It's the Get Money Clique, I know you heard about us
The last bitch that we fucked spread the word about us
Got a bitch clutching up while I'm band searching
Give a nigga body shots, he need ten surgeons
You ain't never sold dope, nigga, quit perping
Man, you niggas turf hoppin', y'all be clique swervin'
Blocked the bitch on the Gram but she still lurk
If it's funk we gon' slide like Big Worm
The bitch work, I don't care if the bitch hurt
Fuck what's in her panties, tryna see what's in the bitch purse
I guess some shit will never change
Zay got the thirty, ready to leave a nigga facials changed
GOC, Stick Clan, nigga, we get it in
I need two more hoes and I'm sendin' them
Ain't performin' if the 40 ain't gettin' in
You want smoke, turn your homies to a cigarette
One thing I can't stand is a nigga
Bitch, you all in your feelings, lil hoe, I'm tryna get us rich
This block and that block, nigga, we run that
See the suckers, up strap, nigga, we done that
Wrist twerk in the pot, bet it come back
I stopped sellin' that 'cause this slime got me dumb racks
Pazzi swervin', switch it up and go whoopty whoop
Got a nigga [?] bark like Scooby-Doo
I don't fuck with no suckers, my circle coochie proof
I swear all these hoes get around like a hula hoop