My bitch, she's like a sour patch, I love her then I hate the hoe

How the fuck we end up on the news before the radio

Brody said he gotta play for me, but he can't wait on me

Lil' bro just came home still on parole, but still gon' take something

Slam the door, hit the spurs button like I'm gon' raise something

Hold this cup, take off your shoes, maybe don't break nothin

Act like a killer, run with killers, ****, your day comin

Honesty ain't so much shit, I ain't see that hate comin

Times we was down broke and bad, **** ain't pray for us

How the fuck you claimin' this war, but ain't gon' aim at us

**** get in they feelings, act like bitches, but wanna hang with us

Fuck them ****, we gon' show them ****, it's only gang with us

Heard he posted up with them demons, turned them to angel dust

Hit him in his head while he talkin' like ain't no speakin' up

She gon' be my calculator while I pull up this activator

She suck my dick while I masturbate, that's my lil' boo, lil' busta, baby

Montana hit my phone, he know I'm home, I just got back home

I just came from Cali, I hit Oakland, blew by two O's

I might hit your bitch, you not my man, you no not my bro

Fuck you **** beyond, homie don't want no smoke

**** don't want smoke, he know it's on soon as we get at him

I'm gon' get respect or break his neck and fuck your bitch, homie

**** don't want smoke, he know it's on soon as we get at him

I'm gon' get respect, man, uh

How you claim you own and put your people on

How you claim you love her, you not even home

That's how I be hittin' a hoe

We got secrets we ain't never speakin' on

**** got it twisted bout these bitches

Suckin' dick while he on speakerphone

She know I'm that ****, she can't tell you though

2015, I was on the radio

And that's what they be starin' for

But ****, get close, I'm gon' let that hammer blow

And you gon' meet that holy ghost

Fuck you think that we got all these lawyers for

We gon' rack for rack, we can't go back to back

This block I got from Action Pac

And you won't get your homie back

He got hit in his fanny pack

And shit never been wearin' that

He now really not into this

And shit never got into that

I'm gon' put his bitch right in that rotation

Brody got a Glock but still on probation

I just hope that hoe save him

Your mans get in my face, I'ma up this bitch

And it ain't no aimin

Put his ass on the pavement

And we ain't givin' no statement

Bitch, it's like a sour patch

I love it, then I hate the hoe

How the fuck we end up on the news before the radio

How the fuck we end up on the news before the radio