Carmelo Bryant

Lyrics

[Intro] Good lookin', Juan [Verse: Skilla Baby and Sada Baby] I'm pissed off thinking 'bout dropping opps Me and Doug dropped a opp in a pop Me and chop arguing 'bout the chop Blood, I know you meant to say bhop, but it's all love I got my brothers in the whop and they all blood Touch my blood, we make sure you see yo own blood We been getting money all month, we ain't Bone Thug We been getting money all year, this the second month Im wit' my gaaaaaaang And we'll tear this bitch up Money ain't a thaaaaang Well get to cutting up, act a fool Money ain't a thaaaaang We'll get to cuttin' up, act a fool Go 'head then Skub, I'll cut up if it's bool Bitches love when I pull up with my brother Hoes know it's going down we gon' fuck 'em I see a opp L2, Sada shoot that bitch! Running plays off court, I'm gon' bust 'em Hoes know I got heart, I'on love 'em You a good one, I just hump her, remove that bitch He say he go kill for us, then prove that shit Soon as he breath wrong you better slump 'em Nigga do that shit! Soon as the opps dropped I got to krumping, and dancing On my Skuba shit! I give Baby man a brick he go move that bitch Don't trust that nigga with yo work, he on that pookie shit I heard he totin' guns that don't work, that's goofy shit I heard that young nigga Skilla in suits and shit I heard Skub Steve still rocking timberland boots and shit I heard Casada bang red, he blew that bitch I heard Trevon don't bang, but'll bang yo' bitch I heard Casada gon' help his gang get rich I heard Trevon do don't take no shit, he'll go in yo' shit Mhm hm, you heard right We gon' end up on the top, take this turn right This MAC turn around gang got the the turn pipe Big squad apes in the trap havin' bird fights All the feinds begging us while they burn pipes All the strippers run to us when we walk in Take me to the boom-boom room, ain't no talking Know I brung the drank, fuck a Voss, fuck some Henn Kick the hoe niggas out, let the boss niggas in Let them hoes on the rolls pay the cost, we go win Sent my last bitch to Nashville, brought me 10 Met my cuto down the way in the Lex', that's my kin Call me Crimson, I done took every loss to the chin Feel like I been nailed to the cross for my sins In the deep end, swimming like a dolphin, no fins I ain't tryna say I'm Jesus, but they did try to kill me Stacking money up, when we get rich do 'em filthy Retaliation to whoever if they guilty I don't give a fuck if he innocent, kill 'em Ain't no such thing as innocent, he in the middle of it Young dog got banana clips he'll peel him something Young dog drawing with that bhop, hell scribble something Call me Chris Paul with the rocks, I'll assist me something Skuba Ty Law with the Glock, I'll pick me something Call me Ed Reed to the opps, I'll pick on niggas My young bitch bipolar, Gabby Douglas, she'll flip on niggas While we chilling with the bitches, don't flick no pictures Bitch, you chilling with them niggas, better fix yo' feelings Bitch, you tripping with them feelings, better fix yo' dentist Bitch, you tripping, I'm in L.A., but it ain't 'bout fitness I know how to flip a script, but I ain't no gymnast You ain't speaking facts out them lips, you ain't no realist You ain't getting extras out the pot, you ain't no chemist Why the fuck is you claiming that thot? She ain't off limits Why the fuck is you up in that road? That ain't no chicken Why the fuck is you hitting that road? Them is not yo' joints You s'posed to look out for your bros, you don't get cool points You s'posed to look out for your bros, you don't get bool points Nigga, we had to hit the road, we ain't have no choice Hooh Hah Hooh Hah Hooh Hah Hooh Hah Hooh Hah Hooh Hah Hooh Hah Hooh Haah