Lyrics

[Intro] (Da Don, Da Don) [Chorus] Yeah, these niggas be some bitches Thirty-round hangin' out my motherfuckin' britches Nigga, stop cappin', yeah, you not from the trenches Fuck nigga tried it so I hit 'em wit' that dirty stick Right now, right-now, right-now, right-now Right now, right-now, right-now, right-now Doo-doo-doo, that chopper sound That field, you ain't out there You a bitch, yeah, I swear Rok slap 'em wit' the strap [Verse 1] Uno slap 'em wit' the stick Good aim, nigga, and I never miss These niggas be cappin', they really some bitches Stay out the way and go count up some digits Got caught by himself, I swear, he ain't wit' it ThugLife, yeah, my niggas wit' it Play wit' the gang, he gon' end up missing Came from the gutter wit' the straps in the kitchen Woah, woah You know I stand ten toes Fucked her face and kicked her out Big Nutso not chasin' clout We don't know what you about Get y'all to know you better close your mouth Fucked your mama on the couch Walk to your show, see what you 'bout Big racks, ain't no damn clown [Chorus] Yeah, these niggas be some bitches Thirty-round hangin' out my motherfuckin' britches Nigga, stop cappin', yeah, you not from the trenches Fuck nigga tried it so I hit 'em wit' that dirty stick Right now, right-now, right-now, right-now Right now, right-now, right-now, right-now Doo-doo-doo, that chopper sound That field, you ain't out there You a bitch, yeah, I swear Rok slap 'em wit' the strap [Verse 2] SafeHouse got that knockin' Big ol' B, how I'm rockin' You 'bout that shit? I doubt it Your bitch face, yeah, I pound it That sucker shit not allowed in Gas too loud, I can't hear you Big Nutso, I'm bomin' through Fuck nigga, I thought you knew (Soowoo) Comin' out the back wit' the sticks out [?] clappin' shit, right now, right now, right now Bitch, you better pipe down Nutso shoot a hunned rounds Gas smell like cow shit Nutso ThugN, yeah, nigga, I'm lit [Chorus] Yeah, these niggas be some bitches Thirty-round hangin' out my motherfuckin' britches Nigga, stop cappin', yeah, you not from the trenches Fuck nigga tried it so I hit 'em wit' that dirty stick Right now, right-now, right-now, right-now Right now, right-now, right-now, right-now Doo-doo-doo, that chopper sound That field, you ain't out there You a bitch, yeah, I swear Rok slap 'em wit' the strap