Well you, guess you re fuse to
It's a lot of niggas talkin'
It's a lot of niggas talkin'
Beers, cool white guts, all butter, no mesh
Red Force 1, 10 dickies, no vest
Three white bitches with no marks,
Cool in the game, time hoes, so fresh
Just sign the bags, rubber band money,
You, guess you refuse to play
It's a lot of niggas talkin'
bout that boy Young Gully
I'm about to lose my sanity
Real talk, lay a nigga down like a canopy
you could call me a manatee
I snatch a bitch from ya,
then stab her just like a dagger be
Hand her money, keep on yellin',
So I'ma get it all before a nigga
I love it when niggas get mad
Hit your block, cause a destruction,
Niggas used to run with they heater,
Still in the hood with the work,
I'm like Kobe, everybody know me
I'm taking what I deserve,
Blow me before I put that thing in your face
And I be doing what I spit,
so n***a stay in your place
These niggas ball game almost over
I'm so next, I'm so gangster, so Calico
These niggas so Michael McDonald
Yeah, they keep forgettin'
If you can spell consistent,
I'll give your ass a brick
I wrote this silver bullet,
I'm really with this shit
If you can spell consistent,
I'll give your ass a brick
I wrote this silver bullet,
I'm really with this shit
But you, guess you refuse
But you, guess you re fuse to