Lyrics

[Chorus: Troy Ave] You know what it is, when you see me riding through Still ain't got no love for the other side Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it's a homicide Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe Spending no money, but the whips brand new Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too You a hater, we still shitten on you [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I'm shittin on niggas, I'm from the north side I'm up in the building, not sitting courtside Jump in that water, you getting baptised Fourced power, you share it, you get a Porsh ride If you real, you know I'm fuckin with you In the trap, where all the feends come through And my dogs, we stick together like glew We ball for all the shit we been through Gotti just a street nigga, like you Lamborghini doors up, my Coope Gotti just a fly nigga, pursue I told my homie Larry, if I don't make it to the top Then you know I'm coming back to fuck with the block No stones, only 50 grand in the watch You reach for this hood chain, you get shot [Chorus: Troy Ave] You know what it is, when you see me riding through Still ain't got no love for the other side Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it's a homicide Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe Spending no money, but the whips brand new Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too You a hater, we still shitten on you [Verse 2: Troy Ave] I heard when I come to the block, they goin rob me So when I came through, they see me, they just mob me Pounds with the hugs, but I can see you just a fake And I'm a real nigga, love outwaigh the hate Sad cause you never gonna get up to doing racks Sadder cause you never gonna get to moving crack You gonna die broke in the hood, and that's a fact You old and live with your mama, that crib packed Name, DoDoDoDo, you pussy, you unsuccessful, P You Used to be all in my feelings, like you Now I'm in the forin with my millions, oo [Chorus: Troy Ave] You know what it is, when you see me riding through Still ain't got no love for the other side Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it's a homicide Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe Spending no money, but the whips brand new Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too You a hater, we still shitten on you