[Intro: ConchezYout]
Yeah, yeah
Uh
What's the word, word? (Yeah, yeah)
ISO (ISO, ISO)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: ConchezYout]
Watchin' Steve Wilkos, it's what really got some sickos
Blowin' Indo out the window
Rest my head up on the pillow
Goin' under the influence like a limbo (Uh-huh)
Thinkin', "How can I add a couple zeros to my income?" (I need that bag)
I want it all and then some, I ain't tryna fall victim to the system (Nah)
My life been so funny, I should probably do a sit-com (Shit crazy)
These hoes ain't loyal and I sure know how to pick 'em
'Cause they pick up every time, they know the dick comin' (Uh-huh)
Never act too interested, never get too intimate (Never, nah)
Them bitches swear you into them, but they don't know you been through shit (Uh-huh, word)
I'd rather move militant than be a fuckin' impotent (Militant, word)
And if I was a kid again, I'd learn to play an instrument (Uh-huh)
That shoulda, woulda, coulda been (Word)
Every time I go away, it's back into the hood again
Know a couple hooligans
It's always on their stupid friends whose stupid friends that wouldn't even do for them (Wildin')
Couped up in the trap, now it ain't no lookin' back, uh (It's your life)
Used to work a two to ten, but couldn't do no music then
But I'd rather do that before I sit up in a prison pen
Now we cop the 'quipment and we workin' on some tunes again (ISO)
Me and Dill was off, but that ain't nothin', we cool again
I do this for my Momma and I do this for my Papa (Word)
If you ever disrespect them, that's gon' make us have a problem, nigga
Since I was a toddler, Momma told me, "Never follow niggas" (Word)
That ain't resonate until they shot my uncle Cambo, nigga
Remember days when he used to take me to McDonald's with him (I remember)
Day I got that news, it was a hard pill to swallow
Thank God he still alive to see another day tomorrow (Thank God)
That made me realize that our time is only by roll (All the time)
So pop a bottle, yeah, yeah, pop a bottle, nigga (Pop a bottle)
Just because your tomorrows never promised for us (No, it's not)
Take that dollar, play that lotto, if you got it on you
I know a lotta niggas flauntin' it, but ain't got it on them
Sippin' Moscato, puffin' Gelato, readin' Asada (Light it up)
She want the cute Begadas solemn next after they shot her (Uh-huh)
Eatin' 'chiladas with my Goddess, she the hottest to me (That's my baby)
They only preen, but don't like you, why you followin' me?
Yeah, yeah
Uh
What's the word, word? (Yeah, yeah)
ISO (ISO, ISO)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: ConchezYout]
Watchin' Steve Wilkos, it's what really got some sickos
Blowin' Indo out the window
Rest my head up on the pillow
Goin' under the influence like a limbo (Uh-huh)
Thinkin', "How can I add a couple zeros to my income?" (I need that bag)
I want it all and then some, I ain't tryna fall victim to the system (Nah)
My life been so funny, I should probably do a sit-com (Shit crazy)
These hoes ain't loyal and I sure know how to pick 'em
'Cause they pick up every time, they know the dick comin' (Uh-huh)
Never act too interested, never get too intimate (Never, nah)
Them bitches swear you into them, but they don't know you been through shit (Uh-huh, word)
I'd rather move militant than be a fuckin' impotent (Militant, word)
And if I was a kid again, I'd learn to play an instrument (Uh-huh)
That shoulda, woulda, coulda been (Word)
Every time I go away, it's back into the hood again
Know a couple hooligans
It's always on their stupid friends whose stupid friends that wouldn't even do for them (Wildin')
Couped up in the trap, now it ain't no lookin' back, uh (It's your life)
Used to work a two to ten, but couldn't do no music then
But I'd rather do that before I sit up in a prison pen
Now we cop the 'quipment and we workin' on some tunes again (ISO)
Me and Dill was off, but that ain't nothin', we cool again
I do this for my Momma and I do this for my Papa (Word)
If you ever disrespect them, that's gon' make us have a problem, nigga
Since I was a toddler, Momma told me, "Never follow niggas" (Word)
That ain't resonate until they shot my uncle Cambo, nigga
Remember days when he used to take me to McDonald's with him (I remember)
Day I got that news, it was a hard pill to swallow
Thank God he still alive to see another day tomorrow (Thank God)
That made me realize that our time is only by roll (All the time)
So pop a bottle, yeah, yeah, pop a bottle, nigga (Pop a bottle)
Just because your tomorrows never promised for us (No, it's not)
Take that dollar, play that lotto, if you got it on you
I know a lotta niggas flauntin' it, but ain't got it on them
Sippin' Moscato, puffin' Gelato, readin' Asada (Light it up)
She want the cute Begadas solemn next after they shot her (Uh-huh)
Eatin' 'chiladas with my Goddess, she the hottest to me (That's my baby)
They only preen, but don't like you, why you followin' me?
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