[Intro]
Uh, damn
[Chorus]
He ain't want it, so I had to take it
No debating, I'm one of the greatest
Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating
In the hood, we surrounded by satan
And it's crazy, we wan' make it out
The police, they just wan' take us out
Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route
Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south
[Verse 1]
It ain't no quittin', I gotta do it
It ain't no missin', you gotta shoot him
He said it's friction, they 'bout to lose 'em
Me and my pistol, we coolin' as usual
I got an army, I send 'em
Glock 23 in my denim
Restuffed thirty 'bows in a rental
If you want 'em, then nigga, come get 'em
It's some niggas I lost, can't forget 'em
All the hoes I cut off, you can hit 'em
Do it just like a boss, I don't miss 'em
All them lies in your song, I don't feel 'em
Why these hoes always worried what we do?
Disrespect me, I turn you to seafood
Cartier, so I barely can see you
My bitch mad, said, "I never can read you" (Damn, uh)
Pull up, get it done, uh
You don't know what you would've done
Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone
You ain't finish, so you never really won
Keep it going, I ain't never really done
Run it way up to a mil', I'ma give it to my son (Rich Shoota)
If I see him, gotta let the 40 bust
I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus
Uh, damn
[Chorus]
He ain't want it, so I had to take it
No debating, I'm one of the greatest
Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating
In the hood, we surrounded by satan
And it's crazy, we wan' make it out
The police, they just wan' take us out
Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route
Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south
[Verse 1]
It ain't no quittin', I gotta do it
It ain't no missin', you gotta shoot him
He said it's friction, they 'bout to lose 'em
Me and my pistol, we coolin' as usual
I got an army, I send 'em
Glock 23 in my denim
Restuffed thirty 'bows in a rental
If you want 'em, then nigga, come get 'em
It's some niggas I lost, can't forget 'em
All the hoes I cut off, you can hit 'em
Do it just like a boss, I don't miss 'em
All them lies in your song, I don't feel 'em
Why these hoes always worried what we do?
Disrespect me, I turn you to seafood
Cartier, so I barely can see you
My bitch mad, said, "I never can read you" (Damn, uh)
Pull up, get it done, uh
You don't know what you would've done
Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone
You ain't finish, so you never really won
Keep it going, I ain't never really done
Run it way up to a mil', I'ma give it to my son (Rich Shoota)
If I see him, gotta let the 40 bust
I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus
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