Ayy, pussy, you don’t even know
That a nigga like me, if you go missing, that a nigga like me won’t know
(This beat from Murda)
Nigga’ll die ’bout some little sh*t, f**k how pulling it, if it ain’t moving, ain’t me
Give them boys fifty, they like fifty-fifty, that chopper turn hoes to a half with a kit
All of that sneak dissing get your b**ch f**ked ’cause I’m tired of these niggas and these b**ches ways
Act like he don’t know we press him evade
But you the same b**ch from back in the day
And she don’t wanna wear no ice
Got the time reminding her, gotta thank me for the past, for the time me finding her
Then you thank me for the rest
For the guns that I brought to the party, the hoes that I brought to the party won’t leave me alone
Why is you leaving ’em, why are you living? [?]
Minding my business, the gun in the car, but she stayed in the car and that girl like to shoot
No, I ain’t tripping, she shoot you, you dying, we slide
We roll up, say f**k ’em, get high
Oh, you thought you was getting massaged
[?] you’s a liar, you lie
I don’t even know why you be looking at me, how you looking, you ask, you’d probably say nothing
Flooded your Rollie, I asked you you want it [?]
And you don’t wanna call you no b**ch so I don’t wanna call you no b**ch
Like girl, I love you, let me show them your wrists
And she don’t wanna wear no ice