[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Mhmm
I got some killers so don't push me, Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waiting by your doorstep, hidin' in the bushes (Mhmm)
If it comes down to it, ain't no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, got a gun that can really do it (Mhmm)
You niggas playin' with real niggas' money, get fronted
One day you is the plug, next day you in the dumpster
Couldn’t keep it one hunnid, you thirty-two percent (Mhmm)
The police got you on a leash, nigga, you a bitch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (Sprayin')
Ridin' with three K's and I ain't talkin' 'bout the Klan (No Klan)
This ain't no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Quit playin')
It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin'
Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (We sprayin')
Ridin' with three K's and I ain't talkin' 'bout the Klan (Ain't no Klan)
This ain't no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Playin', nigga)
It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin' (We winnin')
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You don’t know 'bout this life, nigga
Earnin' all of these stripes, nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, pack holders on bikes, nigga
Throwin' bitches on flights, nigga
They ain't know that they dyke, nigga
'Til the money’s out and the bottle's pourin'
They’re in the midst of they life, nigga
Rose gold on my wrist, this Rolex like Devil's piss
This Daytona illuminate, y'all think I'm talkin' that Devil shit
This fifty racks, no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
This mo' guns, this mo' bodies
We call shots, they nobodies
They fuck niggas, they owe prolly
Who fuckin' with me? Nobody
When the guns drawn, they so sorry
Sprayin' niggas, now the Lord got 'em, rrrah!
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck with my money and I'll hit you with that body work
Mhmm
I got some killers so don't push me, Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waiting by your doorstep, hidin' in the bushes (Mhmm)
If it comes down to it, ain't no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, got a gun that can really do it (Mhmm)
You niggas playin' with real niggas' money, get fronted
One day you is the plug, next day you in the dumpster
Couldn’t keep it one hunnid, you thirty-two percent (Mhmm)
The police got you on a leash, nigga, you a bitch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (Sprayin')
Ridin' with three K's and I ain't talkin' 'bout the Klan (No Klan)
This ain't no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Quit playin')
It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin'
Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (We sprayin')
Ridin' with three K's and I ain't talkin' 'bout the Klan (Ain't no Klan)
This ain't no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Playin', nigga)
It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin' (We winnin')
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You don’t know 'bout this life, nigga
Earnin' all of these stripes, nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, pack holders on bikes, nigga
Throwin' bitches on flights, nigga
They ain't know that they dyke, nigga
'Til the money’s out and the bottle's pourin'
They’re in the midst of they life, nigga
Rose gold on my wrist, this Rolex like Devil's piss
This Daytona illuminate, y'all think I'm talkin' that Devil shit
This fifty racks, no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
This mo' guns, this mo' bodies
We call shots, they nobodies
They fuck niggas, they owe prolly
Who fuckin' with me? Nobody
When the guns drawn, they so sorry
Sprayin' niggas, now the Lord got 'em, rrrah!
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck with my money and I'll hit you with that body work
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