Lyrics

[Intro] (Funk or die) (Sheesh, that nigga Jugg goin' crazy) Yeah [Verse 1] Dog shit on me, bitch, I shop at Neiman Marcus Lady at the counter said I read the clique retarded Throw me in the jungle, I survive, I trap the hardest Said he want a pint, I whip it up like I'm a pharmist I don't talk to niggas, I'ma paint you like an artist Walk up to your whip and blow your shit before you start it Money on the floor, if it's a go, I go the farthest Glizzy with the beam, I guarantee I hit my target Nah, I ain't fuckin' with no fake bitch Fuck these pussy niggas, they ain't really on no snake shit Hit a nigga block with this chop, let it go ape shit Never pass the 'Wood, it ain't good, bitch, I face shit Nigga, you ain't never shot the ninas Police hit the lights, I know I'm gone 'cause I'm speedin' Yes, I'm very active, love to shoot, give me a reason Suckers on the Live, I got the drop, we finna bleed 'em I don't love a bitch, I get the coochie then I leave 'em Miss my nigga Wheezy, man, the police need to free him Opps steady hidin', I'ma squeeze when I see 'em Miss your dead niggas, come outside, you can meet 'em Fuck that other shit, I'm back to stick talkin' Put the stock up, blind man, now I'm stick walkin' Eight hundred for the shoes, I'm expensive, now I'm drip walkin' Gave that bitch some dick, ain't that a bitch? Now she won't get off it Had to block her number, ain't 'bout money, don't do no talkin' Boy, that lean hit, you know it's fake and you still bought it Unc' hit the 'Wood yesterday, it got him still coughin' Niggas always slanderin' my name and I'm still saucin' [Interlude] It's like damn near almost 1 in the morning in Vegas right now In the booth gettin' high with my niggas We ain't worried 'bout no beef 'cause, nigga, we gettin' to this paper, nigga Real seminary shit Niggas just in the way Yeah [Verse 2] Chop get to bangin', soundin' like I'm in the band Ask them niggas on the four how we chopped it out that van I was bangin' white, unc' was blendin' with that tan Me and my mover up the block 'cause I don't do no hand-to-hand Baby really like my style, see me thumbin' through them bands Had to stuff it in my pocket, I just popped a rubber band We can't catch you out in public, we gon' give it to your mans Lil' bro choppin' thighs, .223s hit his head Told my niggas that I got 'em, Lil Dex my other hand Tre called to flex a roll, love my niggas touchin' bands Unc' crazy, if he on you, get to blowin' like a fan Baby said she love my song, guess I'm finna fuck my fan Nah Bitch, get away from me People I ain't seen or heard from expect a play from me Niggas let me down when I was stuck, I made a way for me Told her 'bout my life, this shit ain't right like, "You ain't safe with me" If I catch a case, I know it's fake, you ain't gon' wait for me I ain't got no heart, it took some losses, paid to cut me deep Thinkin' 'bout my pops, I miss my nigga, let that nigga free Crazy how my nigga left the planet, damn, I miss Lil Ree