Nah, he pussy bro (Nope)
Yeah, she lyin' on me (Bitch)
Nigga call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)
She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)
Like nigga, come find somethin', yeah
Keep that iron me, yeah
Yeah, nigga play if you want to (Woo)
You could pour eight if you want juice
I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)
I could fuck his bitch and his ho too (Duh)
Lil' nigga, height on 'em 'bout four two
Can't name a nigga fuckin' with me on Scoot
I been chasin' my dreams since '02
(What you dream about? Cuh', nothin')
Gettin' rich, fuck a nigga bitch
Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp
Spent at least ten on all of my fits
Fuck a old friend, don't be callin' my bitch
New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint
Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent
If she ain't talkin' fuckin', ho prolly gettin' spent
Do it for my brother and I do it for the six
Durk came home, bitch, the work gettin' strong
We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze
Bitch get to playin', put the murder gang down
Each one of my niggas, yeah, keep Woods
Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good
We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen
Fuck hoes, murk, sell weed and beens
Bitch, I been turnt
And I hit her
Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first
Before I sell top I sell hit first
Yeah, bitch, I still want eighty for a gram
Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants
Bitch, I been turnt
And I hit her
Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)
What you sippin'? Red
What you sellin'? Meds
Nigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah
Might find a hunnid thousand in bed
Bitch, all of my niggas is safe
Can't none of my niggas get mail
Everybody got a phone in jail
Ringin' (Ring), ringin'
Pull my dick out, bitch, now eat it
Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason
Bitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me
RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece
Free Nell, Rico and Queesey
Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons
I ain't never goin' back, I mean it
Bitch, I'm still turnt
And I hit her
Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)
