2016

Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ] Yeah, huh, ah (It's Hokatiwi) Huh, woah, huh, woah, woah, huh [Verse 1: FMB DZ] Lil' bitch ask me where I'm from, I'm tellin' her the D She see the jewelry, see the teeth, she already know it's me Gettin' paid to do the shit I love, I ain't doin' shit for free I done did shit for niggas that ain't did shit for me Nigga think I want somethin' like I'm a ho or somethin' My akh pull up with my young niggas and we'll show him somethin' I only scraped niggas then 'cause I had love for 'em Nigga damn near died about this shit, I shed blood for it Nigga, where the fuck was you when I was on the 'Hound? Comin' down with some petty shit, gettin' spinned around I ain't have my hand out or my head down Fast-forward five years later, I'm the man now How you hate on that? You can't hate on greatness I'll pull a nigga bluff, I don't do no fakin' Ain't no nigga never took shit, bitch, we do the robbin' Pull up on you by myself, I'm shootin' and I'm drivin' And I got a thing for bad bitches that got low mileage Streets taught me everything I know, I ain't go to no college Nigga think he really fuckin' with me? Tell that boy stop it Once the jealousy start comin' out, niggas can't hide it Me and bro on white buffs smokin' white buds Back-to-back white trucks, everybody piped up Ever since we dropped "Hold Me Down", they ain't like us They still tryna hold me down, but I don't give a fuck [Verse 2: G.T.] Ayy, I remember it like yesterday, short dreads, heavy K Just jumped off the freight, turned around 20K All of my niggas straight, everybody gettin' cake Spot workin', me and Barry, you can call him BigFace The Cartier flat, but the Rollie got the big face You pourin' up a one, lil' nigga, we drink big eights Let's play a game, nigga, big bank, lil' bank The anniversary in one chain, that's 100K And we still gettin' fast money, we ain't gotta brag money And you ain't put nothin' in your stash, you a damn dummy We can get you white squares, we can get you husky Fucked up the D and sold up Kentucky Fucked up the D, sold up Kentucky If you ain't on my hitlist, consider it you lucky