[Intro]

(Yes, Jayco)

Look at you

Got nothin' to tell a man, he ain't shit without his cup

Who the fuck is you?

[Verse]

Is you ridin' out?

Or you too busy noddin' out?

They been hidin' out

Wherever you see him, fire him down

That Micro Drac' could take a nigga face sound like the choir out

He ran off with that man shit, that mean he cool with dyin' 'bout it

I grew up like the Goodfellas, but I wasn't a good fella

I could see a nigga gettin' his ass whooped, I don't know if I would help him

I learned to mind my damn business

I'm God when I'm in the trenches

Up the rod when they look suspicious

I'm not goin' out like them other niggas

You put your man picture in the chain, we got shit cracked

You put your man picture in the chain, but ain't get getback

We put your man dead in a spliff, then we lit that

G29, 10 milli', if you run up, we push your shit back

2x4s on every door, whatever they on, we prepared for it

Don't wanna hear no war stories, we really down to go to war for it

This rappin' shit all I got, or else it's back to the pot

Pistol in my draws, I let it off a bitch gettin' rocked

I'm AI with the crossover, I trick yo dad in front of you

I took your shit, you know I did, now, tell me what you wanna do

This shit here a dirty game

If all you do is get pictures when they die, you gon' have thirty chains

Bounce out, nigga, work out on your aim

In the kitchen like [?]

On that bullshit like Johnny Dang

A made man, that's how I came

From front to back, I know the oath

Auntie said she knew me since I was a baby, I still sold her dope

She said I could rap my ass up and she always knew I'd be the G.O.A.T

[Outro]

You make me come up here and talk to you in person now, huh?

Hey, I ain't been callin' you, muhfucka, what am I callin' you for? I ain't viz

I'm sick of playin' with you, where's my motherfuckin' money?!

Oh hey man, who the fuck is you talkin' to like that? Don't come here and disrespect me on my block in front of my boys

Fuck y'all guala-gualas, man

Hijo de puta

What, nigga? What?

Fuck y'all, fuck y'all niggas

Yeah, baby boy, the wild card

I keep the ABM in the game