[Intro]
(Who got 'em? Veezy, nigga)
[Verse 1: Lil Sheik]
Cutting on that bitch if that bitch ain't tryna pay me
Two bands a day, I bought her reds to work the blade in
Still that same nigga that'll do a nigga shady
Same young wild nigga used to bustin' on .380s
Born in 2000, nah, I ain't a '90s baby
Pushing dope like the '80s, got the fiends going crazy
Pack straight from Berner, me and T.O. getting hazy
In the hemi lane changing tryna catch another victim
I'm a petty nigga so I fucked a opp sister
Stripper bitch busy, yeah, it's hard for you to book her
Ruth's Chris dining, got kicked out, they smelled the Cookie
All these niggas really weak, it's like this rap game on rookie
Since Solano days I ain't never been a pussy
Pack your nigga out quick, it all depend on how he looking
How you niggas shredding but ain't shit getting tooken?
Spent a band on my fit just to keep y'all bitches looking, Big Money
[Verse 2: FlexCityStreets]
Huh? She do it all for a dollar
Bust a date for the guala then she bring it back to papa
Cashing on designer got me fucking up my profit
I can't hold a conversation 'less it's money as the topic
Niggas claim they pimping, boyfriending, need to stop it
You in love with the bitch, that's why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blade, baby, that's your only option
She had family from the City so I sat her down in Stockton
Sliding in the foreign, Cookies floating out the window
I'm in the game, boy, and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucker say it's beef, I told him I ain't get the memo
Everybody think it's sweet until it's time to pull a demo
40 with a thirty, put it to a nigga dental
Shells out the chopper make a nigga do the limbo
Tints on the buffs like some blue and green Skittles
Told the hoe it's real pimping, let me hypnotize your mental
(Who got 'em? Veezy, nigga)
[Verse 1: Lil Sheik]
Cutting on that bitch if that bitch ain't tryna pay me
Two bands a day, I bought her reds to work the blade in
Still that same nigga that'll do a nigga shady
Same young wild nigga used to bustin' on .380s
Born in 2000, nah, I ain't a '90s baby
Pushing dope like the '80s, got the fiends going crazy
Pack straight from Berner, me and T.O. getting hazy
In the hemi lane changing tryna catch another victim
I'm a petty nigga so I fucked a opp sister
Stripper bitch busy, yeah, it's hard for you to book her
Ruth's Chris dining, got kicked out, they smelled the Cookie
All these niggas really weak, it's like this rap game on rookie
Since Solano days I ain't never been a pussy
Pack your nigga out quick, it all depend on how he looking
How you niggas shredding but ain't shit getting tooken?
Spent a band on my fit just to keep y'all bitches looking, Big Money
[Verse 2: FlexCityStreets]
Huh? She do it all for a dollar
Bust a date for the guala then she bring it back to papa
Cashing on designer got me fucking up my profit
I can't hold a conversation 'less it's money as the topic
Niggas claim they pimping, boyfriending, need to stop it
You in love with the bitch, that's why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blade, baby, that's your only option
She had family from the City so I sat her down in Stockton
Sliding in the foreign, Cookies floating out the window
I'm in the game, boy, and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucker say it's beef, I told him I ain't get the memo
Everybody think it's sweet until it's time to pull a demo
40 with a thirty, put it to a nigga dental
Shells out the chopper make a nigga do the limbo
Tints on the buffs like some blue and green Skittles
Told the hoe it's real pimping, let me hypnotize your mental
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