It's like ayo

Y'all know, if it ain't about money, better get far from me

Like ayo

Y'all know, y'all wanna get gully, cuz it's bout to get ugly

Like ayo

Y'all know, my street team's official, so let's go

Like ayo

Y'all know, how we roll, if you ain't got no love, so let's go

I picked up weight, so I'm big enough to do it

If I should die tonight, I'll live through my music

I done fed y'all stories, when lying was thorough

Brooklyn, I'm just bigging up my borough

We're fiends living cribs, and we call them squatters

Tight clothes wearing ass ****, we call shottas

It's just my rendition, when chefin in the kitchen

Add an ice to the water, for a hard rock to pitch in

And get a few doughs, so I can kick a few flows

And fuck a few hoes, that's how swagger goes

But it seems, I forgot all about us come late

Just a reminder, 7-1-H, the great

Beotch

It's like ayo

Y'all know, if it ain't about money, better get far from me

Like ayo

Y'all know, y'all wanna get gully, cuz it's bout to get ugly

Like ayo

Y'all know, my street team's official, so let's go

Like ayo

Y'all know, how we roll, if you ain't got no love, so let's go

Stand back ****, the Brook's in here

Only 7 this time, off the hook this year

They don't know you can't be doing this, without no spine

Bout to give you what we held back, all this time

Threw my shade test on it, and my age test on it

Then my latex on it, make sense, don't it

Silly ass broads with they games, I can't be stuck with

Family, my money, and my vision, not to be fucked with

I really don't like you, really can't stand you

Hell naw, we ain't laughing with you, we laughing at you

When my goon squad get to getting, we getting at you

Ask me how I does it, it's nothing baby, it's natural

It's like ayo

Y'all know, if it ain't about money, better get far from me

Like ayo

Y'all know, y'all wanna get gully, cuz it's bout to get ugly

Like ayo

Y'all know, my street team's official, so let's go

Like ayo

Y'all know, how we roll, if you ain't got no love, so let's go

Guess who's back, for the title like Mayweather

Buck, with the black duffle bag, and a gray sweater

If they ever think, I ain't gon get it, watch me

If you food in my face, I leave your plate, sloppy

And you got to be out of your mind, if you think

I ain't on the sideline, listening to y'all rhymes

C'mon, who else on your label, besides you

Oh word, that's cool, do as I do

First of all, know your retail, when we sell, the wholesale

This is one **** fronting, like he know the game so well

Shit, I ain't got time, I'm on the scale

And everything gotta be weighed, and if it's frail, then I gotta bail

I sell a hundred thou', you sell a mil'

But I get paid off my hundred, you just blunted with your man Will

You can act like you want it, if you will

And I can shut shit down, this is Duck Down, we cutting deals

It's like ayo

Y'all know, if it ain't about money, better get far from me

Like ayo

Y'all know, y'all wanna get gully, cuz it's bout to get ugly

Like ayo

Y'all know, my street team's official, so let's go

Like ayo

Y'all know, how we roll, if you ain't got no love, so let's go