[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
I come through watch the nigga go blind
I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?
Ain't shit changed
You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range
Do somethin' nigga!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
When you see em' you gon' fuck him up, you said that shit
Then you seen 'em and ain't do shit, dead that shit
'Sup with you nigga? Tryna' not to fuck with you niggas
All I did since birth keep it a buck with you niggas
If I offend you, fuck you, nigga
You ain't my man, I let it touch you, nigga
Rip up and cut you, nigga
You got birds, I send the goons and let 'em pluck you nigga
You ain't about shit, that's why I duck you niggas
If it's money to be made and we can split it, I'm with it
But if it's only one-sided just for you, forget it
Like if I had to go to jail and I got a lot of mail at least one of them letters was from you
Niggas'll turn they back on you and I ain't even locked up
But we go back to the mixtapes with Clue
Who? Donnie, I got that chrome four-four
Playin' Xbox with my foot on the door, fuck that
I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
I come through watch the nigga go blind
I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?
Ain't shit changed
You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I'm in close range
Do somethin' nigga!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
When you see em' you gon' fuck him up, you said that shit
Then you seen 'em and ain't do shit, dead that shit
'Sup with you nigga? Tryna' not to fuck with you niggas
All I did since birth keep it a buck with you niggas
If I offend you, fuck you, nigga
You ain't my man, I let it touch you, nigga
Rip up and cut you, nigga
You got birds, I send the goons and let 'em pluck you nigga
You ain't about shit, that's why I duck you niggas
If it's money to be made and we can split it, I'm with it
But if it's only one-sided just for you, forget it
Like if I had to go to jail and I got a lot of mail at least one of them letters was from you
Niggas'll turn they back on you and I ain't even locked up
But we go back to the mixtapes with Clue
Who? Donnie, I got that chrome four-four
Playin' Xbox with my foot on the door, fuck that
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