[Intro]

(808 Mafia)

It's WillThaRapper nigga

I on' fuck about him

Unplug 2, hehe

Now listen up

Look, I say, look

Look, I say

[Verse]

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', nigga

Well I got opps, so I won't hesitate to pop a nigga

No, this ain't a rollercoaster, ain't nothing pop with niggas

That just simply means I won't hesitate to drop a nigga

Pistol off safety, I might point it at a pussy nigga

I ain't never get why niggas dying over pussy, nigga

Boy, I'm a vet with the TEC, you like a rookie, nigga

Street school is in session, stop flexin', you playing hookie, nigga

Soft cookie, niggas'll crumble under a fed case

Fuck the six tangles, cause thirty is what my leg say

Let off 'bout ten out the clip, but he got fed eight

Call him lead face, hit his brain, until his head break

Fuck a headache, I count money until my hands sore

I don't know these niggas, fuck are they tryna be my mans for?

If you out here trapping, fuck you tryna run a scam for?

You a street nigga, tell me, what the fuck you ran for?

You a damn whore, so don't call yourself a man, boy

I done seen shit that you would never understand boy

I done seen hits for cash under a grand boy

For five hundred shit, I done leave you lyin' boy

Call it DOA, niggas snakes, like B-O-A

Mamma prayin' it be okay, I want chips like Frito-Lay

Not a game, boy, we don't play

Not a face, this shit is real

Fuck poverty, I'm the field

Fuck profit, I need a mil

Them bills don't need a deal

Cause labels be on that bitch shit

Managers be stealing, and fans be on some switch shit

Tryna put holes in my cheese, they on some Swiss shit

Ballin' 'til I'm broke in the knees, I'm on some swish shit

Bitch get put the fuck out if she don't fuck, shit

Niggas get barred from the squad if they don't fuck shit

Why you purpin' out with a gun? He ain't gon' bust shit

Niggas see me with that '01 and he ain't touch shit

Got a couple haters so I'm poppin' nigga

Like a baby to sleep, I'll rock a nigga

Like the baby was mines, I'll pop a nigga

They say he trained to go, well I'll stop a nigga

I got my ammo on cock, I'll nail the nigga

And if a nigga want smoke, inhale the trigger

It ain't a nigga in here, oh Lord, heaven realer

Small money is cool, but I like better, bigger

New money, same squad, new broads, new cars

New bars, only real shit, all true bars

Who ya'll? You ain't buzzing

My name ringing like cellphones

Running down the same block you sell on

Then set up shop on the block, like what's poppin' nigga?

Hurry up, what you want? What you coppin' nigga?

You ain't got no cash then get the choppa, nigga

Before the feds pull up and get to floggin niggas

Clockin' niggas all day, that shit blowing me

Niggas telling these lies but they ain't knowing me

Most of 'em owing me, I know the real niggas gon' feel this

Man, fuck a rap cause this some real shit

Look