Hey man yardy know what it is, we back in the building man, ay man tell him ship those packs in we ready They playin with my life They don’t show the same love and leave me at the trap Im in the back with one of my hoes tryna not to cry I got a good girl i keep fuckin up, i need help Rock rockstar cuz she calls me her popstar Nd yes nigga i still eat pop tarts Get off ur ass nd go Nd get it cant waste no time I put him on fire with that semi, disrespect my mind People think im trippin like my shoes untied Nigga im drippin like my faucets leakin I let one bitch in my life never again (whatchu thinkin) How you gon j smile in my face (yea that hurt me inside) Now i keep that tecy blecky on my hip side. Run up on me nd its a scary site. Told the bitch to get inside, this pussy nigga got hit in his left side. Now i gotta keep that blecky on my hip tight. Nigga disrespect my gang now we gon let the real cryps ride. Like tee grizzly, u cant up around me if u aint on that molly lolly nigga cant confuse me with no money on him Now we put this pistol on em, watch him get to squealing on em. Now Nigga put that barrel on em, watch me go nd get up on em. Now we got that chicken on em, now we rockin demin on em. For all them bitches that was fannin on me, i hope u see a day that u still breathin homie but im still flexin on em. Ion got a jewler yet But im still workin on it Oh yea its still fuck you. (Muffled voice)