[Chorus]
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
Kickin in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for Ki's
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
Kickin in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for Ki's
[Verse 1]
Bustin' with that .45, make them bitches back it up
Catch 'em ridin' on them thangs, make them bitches jack it up
Heard they got that product, mane, make them bitches pack it up
Finally got that money, mane, make them bitches sack it up
Take it to the spot, mane, now it's time to crank it up
Don't play, tomorrow's a brighter day, I got to pack it up
Means I be's the first on the block, I gots to rack it up
Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I got to track it up
Fuckin' with you snitches, mane, don't make me want to hang it up
But lookin' at a empty plate, don't make want to keep it up
Any nigga with that work will make me want to creep it up
Eventhough my pockets done got deep, they ain't got deep enough
Wishin' I can rob me a bank but I ain't thief enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga, try to steep it up
And it's 'bout the time I get my bags, then I need it up
Time to find another boy, time to gettin' it re-it up (Re-it up)
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
Kickin in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for Ki's
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
You scared, ho
Kickin in the door, I make them bitches hit the floor for Ki's
[Verse 1]
Bustin' with that .45, make them bitches back it up
Catch 'em ridin' on them thangs, make them bitches jack it up
Heard they got that product, mane, make them bitches pack it up
Finally got that money, mane, make them bitches sack it up
Take it to the spot, mane, now it's time to crank it up
Don't play, tomorrow's a brighter day, I got to pack it up
Means I be's the first on the block, I gots to rack it up
Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I got to track it up
Fuckin' with you snitches, mane, don't make me want to hang it up
But lookin' at a empty plate, don't make want to keep it up
Any nigga with that work will make me want to creep it up
Eventhough my pockets done got deep, they ain't got deep enough
Wishin' I can rob me a bank but I ain't thief enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga, try to steep it up
And it's 'bout the time I get my bags, then I need it up
Time to find another boy, time to gettin' it re-it up (Re-it up)
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