[Chorus: T.0wee]

You no different than the last nigga

That mean I'll put a whole in you too

I ain’t worryin' 'bout no role playin’ opera niggas

He's a bitch with a wig, he's an opera singer (RunnitupKel)

She wanna swallow all my kids he's an opportunist

I need every red cent from your pocket movin'

Not new real Act' 'cause she love the way I pop it to her

Hey, big old stepper, watch your step 'fore the Glock get boomin’ (Put Boo on it)

[Verse 1: T.0wee]

Mean muggin’ [?] in these Gucci kicks

I'm sittin’ over with a thick bitch doin' movie shit

Chopper ate him up to split his wig like a bougie bitch

The doctor ain't enough, he need a verse from the Holy Spirit

Me and baby daddy fight, he told the police where our honey love

I ain't your chest out ’cause lil' niggas totin' pogo sticks

Leave a Deebo stretched out in the middle of the street where Coco live

Eyesores, drip step on a broke ho, lil' stanky bitch

Just need four hoes, one pole and an eighth in the air

On my tippy toes, some more dough, it's a safe in here

Eenie-meenie-mo, they tagged him and his face in the air

All I wanna know is where it's at? I see drank in here

Every nigga with me known to carry bigger bats than a baseball player

Really really big old straps like a gun game player

Have fun givin' you them backshots, but I'll catch you later

You said, "I don't know a nigga like him, he's way too tailored

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

"P, why you walkin' with that chop?" I'm way too famous

Get a nigga flipped over a phrase, better watch your language

If you ain't got the fee from me, I'm not gon' answer

Smart remarks get him chalked, nigga, say somethin'

Four to the face inside the cream, I'm a lean junkie

"That's A Awful Lot Of Cough Syrup" hoodie on, skiied up

I hope somebody get the mop and get this cleaned up

Kel-Tecs and them E-SIGs, too, for them mean muggers

Quit the wolfin', lil' bro, you ain't no shot caller

One phone call, the youth'll come and tape the block for me

Creepin' through the dark with the .40s in them black hoodies

I'm from Stinc Team, bitch, and over here, we don't do bullies

[Chorus: T.0wee]

You no different than the last nigga

That mean I'll put a whole in you too

I ain't worryin' 'bout no role playin' opera niggas

He's a bitch with a wig, he's an opera singer

She wanna swallow all my kids he's an opportunist

I need every red cent from your pocket movin'

Not new real Act' 'cause she love the way I pop it to her

Hey, big old stepper, watch your step 'fore the Glock get boomin'

[Verse 3: T.0wee]

I hate .223s, made his head hit the floor like a DDT

I'm straight to the back, this joint has ADT

Stupid, why you get the vario whacked and didn't let me see?

Where we from, we don't cover gang tats, bitch, we let 'em breathe

Why you mad? You don't like the disrespect? That's just what it be (Nigga)

Go and look close at this tat, it's a [?]

Nigga ain't have his chest out in LA county, who he think he foolin'?

Nah, for real, Patrick Folk already do somethin'

Ten steps in my Timbs for them blue hundreds

You can catch me hangin' with Big Ben and his blue buddies

I get to trippin', fuck around skin a skin off an ape's stomach

Think he big, gon' get cooked after ten hit his McMuffin

Fuck around and snatch [?] by his neck like, nigga, quit quackin'

Let me slow it down a bit, I'm gettin' too violent

A fuck in a one ten, she scared but I'm so excited

Reachin' over for this cookie, told her, "Don't try it"

She's a lil' hottie, got more head than body and I wanna try it

When you suckin', make me swerve if it's that good

That bitch gon' put his wardrobe in a curve if there a rock in it

They don't mind tellin' a bitch to do that, she was not kiddin'

Leftin' a right pocket full, I just fought Sindey

Liu Kang on her back so I Stinc Teamed at her

Four F&N gave me a fade like some high tech clippers

I'm a yacht and he's a boat so my waves are bigger

[Outro]

(Put Boo on it)