Accidental Shit Talking (Intro)

(Ooh, Sav killed it) Yeah, what up, Sav? Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga Hey I'm a big homie, you a spot worker Bitch, that's a thousand pills in you, better stop twerkin' Peezy called me and said rap and I just stopped workin' My old bitch left me scarred, but it did not hurt me Nope, that shit turned me to a beast Hit the spot, hustled for three weeks, and I did not sleep I got another gun on me, you must did not peep 'Cause your dumb ass had audacity to try to rob me Made it out the trenches, baby, I'm an odd-beater You be drinkin' green lean, so your nine cheaper I'ma hit the booth every day 'til my job complete Don't wanna pay that fee? Well, go to them niggas down the street I was sellin' real weed back in high school Had the whole building smokin', that's a high school When you in my dopehouse, you got five rules Don't snitch, sniff, shoot, fall asleep, and you can't lie too Diesel called me with some red, I'm 'bout to fly to him If I stack them twenties up, they like 5'2" Don't give a fuck about that Draco, you can die shootin' it Broke my heart when I dropped that pint, killers cry too You heard what the fuck I said, I don't repeat myself I don't look up to nobody, wanna be myself If you asked me five years ago where I see myself Would've told you in a dopehouse puttin' G's on scales Yeah, now my life did a three-sixty Without a deal, I made three-fifty, you signed a three-sixty I ain't stingy, it's enough food for you to eat with me Hate when I help a nigga out and he compete with me Damn, that shit unacceptable Hit him with the fin, if he survive, he a vegetable Okay, I fuck you seventeen times, what that neck could do? You jumped back in the streets and then told, I can't respect you Kids damn near havin' seizures, they see me in person Nigga, fuck some Benihanas, you might see me at Church's Them niggas tried to jump me, now they leavin' in hearses Tryna cook a whole brick With that same pot you used to deep fry turkey Yeah, hey, you niggas ham sandwich Karate chop a whole brick, I'm a gram master I might pull up to the hood in a Grand National Dog knocked so many fiends out, it's a grand champion Nigga