[Intro]

Riding through the city on the side of me

Driving with a stick on the side of me

These pussies some shit but they on me

And these pussy ass niggas wanna

[Verse 1]

Phone ringing

I don't know if it's the bread calling

Cover the camera and the mic

Might be the feds calling

That hoe won't go

As long she know ain't no bread stoppin'

Play with my money

Then this beam gon be your head problem

Just left the show and got the check

Ain't count that money yet

If it's short a dollar

Spin back

Leave that shit a mess

I told I can't love you

Cause I ain't got no feelings left

She said that's not the right answer

Oh yeah this bitch a test

Glicks and tecs

Hollows hit you

It's rippin' flesh

Sticks and lead

Hit your nose

Give you a different head

Bitch I'm married to the bread

Now you don't get mislead

Nigga please

Don't make these C's

Turn you to pickled eggs

And I ain't hard to find

Pussy cause I stay outside

You was the nigga

Who your folks won't let you play outside

I used to always lose my key

I couldn't go inside

Countdown with that pistol in my hand

And watch him go and hide

My nigga Dre go go to court today

And I don't know if I'm going to see him

After court today

And he ain't going like nothing

He getting forced away

Cause he was getting it how he live

He had to force his way

It's fuck the force and what they pay

And everything they stand for

That badge on your chest

So what you call yourself a man for

You're supposed to serve protect

So what that pistol in your hand for

Cause I done slapped the landlord for

Knockin' on the damn door

With all my mama shit in here

Boy and that's a lot of shit

Tell me would you let 'em walk right in

And take your mama shit

Plus we got them sticks

And we ain't move them bitches out of here

Dont know what's laying around

So you ain't bout to come inside of here

Use to have to catch the bus

And cock my dog a couple stops early (I did)

Because I know once I got off

There gon be opps lurkin' (I did)

My mama even heard the shots outside her front curtain

She heard fuck y'all then guns squirtin'

I know she nervous

My girl was with me too when that shit happened

I know her family tell her to give up on the rapper

I swear to God on everything

I love and I look after

Before they ever harm or hit on her

That turn me into Casper

I take a nigga soul if he touch one of mine

Tie his ass to a pole and bust a hundred irons

And I ain't never met a bitch that

I can trust with time

Cause it's always other niggas

And these bitches always lying

I stay to myself​

I don't wanna stress nobody else

Don't at my Twitter talkin' shit

You better test somebody else

I popped out on a Twitter thug

And almost left somebody else

But all my tweets I left

I knew they wouldn't press nobody else

Right there I stopped and told myself

Like was you really hurtin'

Like you gonna rap or be a shooter

What you really workin'

Said fuck a job I posted up

And started really workin'

Even though your bitch

Say it baby

I ain't really perfect

I don't fuck with rappers

If they around too many people

Cause that just up the risk

If you act stupid I'm a leave you

Nah for real

Try and back door me

And y'all get killed

Don't get smoked over an internet joke

And be gone for real

Lil nigga

Gang

Ride through your city nigga