Intro:

Yeah



Verse:
Yeah

Don’t get shit confused

Dirty grips still get reused

They tryina catch a nigga slippin’

Like fix ya shoes

I got a tool

Don’t make me fix them screws

But really I ain’t got shit to prove

Two youngins, now I got shit to lose

Life in a box

Or a box

Nigga pick and choose

Be on a wave

Till these pussy niggas sink the mood

Fuck being calm now

I can’t stand for this shit longer

Clip longer

My dick longer

My piff stronger

My bitch flawless

My clique harder

Don’t get me started

I could get retarded

Grab the strap
Now you’re head of hoop and

I’m Vince Carter

Now I’m the villain?

Na I’m just chillin’

I just think smarter

Ever since Carter

But I been a starter

Why am I wastin’ a breath

On a mothafuckin’ bench warmers

Fuck wit me, nigga fuck wit me

Cool nigga but I’ll flip in a sec

And give your face six quarters

Buck 50 nigga buck 50

Pussy nigga better have his whole squad and a gun wit him

Tech on a belt

Bitch a vest won’t help

Need a wall

Nigga better have Trump wit him



Hook:
Yeah

I been there

Done that

You niggas brand new to this

I been there

Done that

What the fuck you thought?
My guy

You just hopped off the porch

I was coming inside

And you rat on your man

Droppin’ a dime

You told on the source

You told on your slime

Nigga



Verse 2:

Bitch niggas and snitch niggas

All deserve six quarters

Buck 50 nigga buck 50

So tired of these pussy ass niggas starting stuff wit me

I’m really confused

Street talk nigga

Don’t make me give you the blues

Buck 50 your grill

Oh that’s yo man

Damn

Blam! You get slumped wit him
Silly nigga ride along in the trunk wit him

Why these guys just now growing Kevin Hart

I was mobbin’ wit the squad back in middle school

Fighting H-Town niggas in Hamilton Park

High school, me and Stew got tight

The beef went dead, we could eat instead

Shoulda been on the honor roll in my class

But my mind on the cash hit the streets instead nigga

While you pay the price for them books

Nigga

I was rollin’ dice wit the crooks

I was all blacked out to my foot

Pussy you are, look, smell, like a jux

Why this rat still walkin’ round breathin’

Rat nigga on the Snap all cheesin’

Chattin’ while his crew tell me leave him

Pussy givin’ Rizz 99 reasons

To really kill a punk bitch

Everybody know that you white people chicken niggas

Not seasoned

Never ever Glock squeezin’

If I gun butt him

Then I bet that that niggas runnin’ to the cops pleadin’

I wanna hit him in his head

Till his top leakin’

Bounty on it, and the Bounty couldn’t stop the bleedin’

Rowdy Rebel was the realest when he made computers

Keyboard got these little niggas Chief Keefin’

Fuck wit me nigga fuck wit me

Put a bag on his head or his face

Ell get six quarters

Buck 50 nigga buck 50

Swear on my son, niggas dying

If they thinkin’ they gone touch Rizzie

All these ice cream cone ass, Mr. Softee muhfuckas

All a sudden gettin’ tough wit me

I’ma see em when I see ‘em

And all the street talk niggas doin’
Man, I hope they all come gritty


Hook:
Yeah

I been there

Done that

You niggas brand new to this

I been there

Done that

What the fuck you thought?
My guy

You just hopped off the porch

I was coming inside

And you rat on your man

Droppin’ a dime

You told on the source

You told on your slime

Nigga