[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Who you think you finna play with?
Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit?
I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there
Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
Hella niggas talk shit, but they stand still
Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain, shit
Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch
And I been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit
Come to the crib, I tell her go to the spaceship
Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix
Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch
He make it outta here, then he a winner
If a nigga try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit yo' liver
End of discussion, it's nothin', I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time for fake ones
Killers on the Westside with them real guns
And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come
"Where you at? Here, nigga!" All this pussy I'ma drill somethin'
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?
I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'
By myself, I don't need no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
And livin' every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Who you think you finna play with?
Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit?
I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there
Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
Hella niggas talk shit, but they stand still
Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain, shit
Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch
And I been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit
Come to the crib, I tell her go to the spaceship
Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix
Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch
He make it outta here, then he a winner
If a nigga try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit yo' liver
End of discussion, it's nothin', I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time for fake ones
Killers on the Westside with them real guns
And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come
"Where you at? Here, nigga!" All this pussy I'ma drill somethin'
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Why they hate to see a real nigga make it?
I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin'
By myself, I don't need no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
And livin' every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?
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