So you are what you are in this world That's either one of two things Either you're somebody (let the beat ride out, Ju) Or you're nobody (you're crazy, Jaywavy) We been campin' out out for hours Finally got to scorin' on 'em, champagne showers Heard your partner got devoured, all them AGM's poundin' Baby off that yachty Gettin' to that bag, all my people's out-of-towners Prescription over counter, these is downer vibes Down to ride every time, was tryna make a name And since I made one, they been hatin' like I ain't the same Like I ain't 'posed to be the face or like I rank the same They duckin' off and playin' it safe, that's what the suckers does Mama say them boys ain't bool, but I love the thugs From out of state, he one of us as long as he runnin' Bloods Strip the value out the Rollie till they bust him up Ain't tuckin' nothin', I bought these chains for all the bitches lookin' I heard they booked him for the verse before they really booked him Celine hoodie with the Forces on, this shit cookies Can't take you serious, dog, you hear me, though? You been pussy Can't take you serious, dog, you hear me, though? Been pussy Can't take you serious, dog, you hear me, though? Been pussy Can't take you serious, dog, you hear me, though? Been pussy Take you serious, dog, you hear me, though? Been pussy He gave it up, so we ain't smash him, but we still whooped him (took care of him) Ain't want it broke, nigga, take it off slow and give it to me (take it off slow and hand it to me, nigga) He told, cupped on side of the road, they still booked him (I think we gon' let him go) Yeah, we was bros, but wrong is wrong, so if you see him, cook him (I can't spare a soul) Don't pick and choose, no matter who, we all know the rules (we know it) Don't give a fuck 'bout no history and what we used to do (give about no loser) Had to been a bitch said: You don't feed your wolves, then turn to food (it had to been a ho) My dog bite me like it's cool, I'm puttin' him on the news (tonight) And hug his mama, kiss his toddlers and pay for the funeral (mwah) C's on Riata stood for Con: That's why the cross get threw (con gang made man) Some my real partners that I loved and I knew loved me too (I knew it) Had to get stretched, so why you think it can't get done to you? (Sometimes, it gotta go how it gotta) Ain't tuckin' none, I'm in LA where rappers chains get tooken (I'm out here) The opps can book me if they want, they got that pape', I'm comin' (man, fuck, I'm comin') They understand I be with fans, handguns, fullies (know I'm comin' with that) Don't take 'em serious, dog, you hear me, though? They been pussy Don't take 'em serious, dog, you hear me, though? They been pussy Don't take 'em serious, dog, you hear me, though? They been pussy Don't take 'em serious, dog, you hear me, though? They been pussy Don't take 'em serious, dog, they bitches and they still woofin' (they still woofin') Yeah