[Intro]
Yeah (yea)
You know what time it is nigga (oh you know what time it is)
Ha ha, you Know (reinvented)
I just been like layin' low
Ya know, stackin' this fuckin' money, uh (oh boy)
And a nigga always wanna try to come at the kid, man (hatin' ass niggas)
Some niggas mad 'cause I bang they bitches
Some niggas mad 'cause I ain't do a song wit 'em (ha ha ha) (come on man)
You know, niggas just hate me, man (ha ha, I love it)
I don't understand this shit, man, (woo) ya know (y'all ain't ready)
I stay to myself, fuck with the niggas I grew up with (ok)
You know that's the code of the streets, right? right (woo) (ok)
Ya know
(Ok) And I ain't gotta just (Clover G's) tell everybody how much weight I don' move, man, ha ha
I ain't got shit to prove to nobody
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Uh, uh
Look I'ma tell you like this
You a bitch and I know it
How you get out of jail early?
You a snitch, I can show it
Here go my dick, you can blow it since I stay on your mind
I know niggas that don't like you that stay in your town
I know about your mixtape (yea)
And the verse on Trick shit (yea)
Nigga I'm a warrior, you are just a misfit, get it?
A black fitted, black gloves a black snub (black snub)
The difference between me and you is I pack clubs
I had a traffic packed up, 23 blocks
My entourage pullin' up in 23 drops
And everybody on my team got a nice watch
They got their own chains plus I give 'em all game
You told Atlantic not to clear that verse you did for Buck
'Cause Ludacris murdered your ass, niggas know you butt (ha ha)
Ol' ass kissin' nigga tryna' get some hype
Bitch meet me in the ring ho cut off the mic
Yeah (yea)
You know what time it is nigga (oh you know what time it is)
Ha ha, you Know (reinvented)
I just been like layin' low
Ya know, stackin' this fuckin' money, uh (oh boy)
And a nigga always wanna try to come at the kid, man (hatin' ass niggas)
Some niggas mad 'cause I bang they bitches
Some niggas mad 'cause I ain't do a song wit 'em (ha ha ha) (come on man)
You know, niggas just hate me, man (ha ha, I love it)
I don't understand this shit, man, (woo) ya know (y'all ain't ready)
I stay to myself, fuck with the niggas I grew up with (ok)
You know that's the code of the streets, right? right (woo) (ok)
Ya know
(Ok) And I ain't gotta just (Clover G's) tell everybody how much weight I don' move, man, ha ha
I ain't got shit to prove to nobody
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Uh, uh
Look I'ma tell you like this
You a bitch and I know it
How you get out of jail early?
You a snitch, I can show it
Here go my dick, you can blow it since I stay on your mind
I know niggas that don't like you that stay in your town
I know about your mixtape (yea)
And the verse on Trick shit (yea)
Nigga I'm a warrior, you are just a misfit, get it?
A black fitted, black gloves a black snub (black snub)
The difference between me and you is I pack clubs
I had a traffic packed up, 23 blocks
My entourage pullin' up in 23 drops
And everybody on my team got a nice watch
They got their own chains plus I give 'em all game
You told Atlantic not to clear that verse you did for Buck
'Cause Ludacris murdered your ass, niggas know you butt (ha ha)
Ol' ass kissin' nigga tryna' get some hype
Bitch meet me in the ring ho cut off the mic
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