(Al Geno on the motherfuckin' track)
Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah
I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah
Every young nigga in my city having motion
I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?
SRT truck, pipe it up
She ain't got no swag, I spice her up
Put ice on her like hockey puck
Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck
I lost a down and spiked my cup
I lost a bitch and found the plug
These niggas can't get no stripes off us
These niggas can't take no pipes off us (can't take no guns off me)
I don't care if you ain't hit nothin'
Long as you got out shootin' (long as you got out bustin')
I don't care if they got the dope and the money, if you ain't tell, you're cool
I had to sell my shoes (sell my shoes)
I used to fail in school (I used to fail, you know)
I'm tryna milk the ho (I'm tryna milk these bitches)
They tryna spoil the mood (won't spoil this shit)
My dawg, he got caught servin' undercovers (yeah, yeah)
I wish before he made them plays, he would've audibled (yeah, yeah)
Cartier, Dior, this ain't cashmere
I don't even know her, but she say I fucked her last year, hey
This year, and I put it in fast gear
I been the one, I seen a nigga get murked playin' both sides
I been the one, . 38 a Hellcat, shit was Scatpack
Twenty-one, just hit for 10K
I was playing blackjack (blackjack, blackjack, blackjack)
Every nigga wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah
I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah
Every young nigga in my city having motion
I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?
SRT truck, pipe it up
She ain't got no swag, I spice her up
Put ice on her like hockey puck
Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck
I lost a down and spiked my cup
I lost a bitch and found the plug
These niggas can't get no stripes off us
These niggas can't take no pipes off us (can't take no guns off me)
I know some hoes who take care of niggas
I know some hoes who ride with they pistols
Told her my size 'cause she was a stealer
I put some boosters inside of a Triller
Can't trust my homies, them niggas some killers
Shit get humongous, they cool, they grow bigger
5. 56 in the Kel-Tec (in the Kel-Tec)
I walk on shit just like I'm T-Rex
This ho hood, but she arrogant, hey
Her mouth'll make you marry her
I don't care if it's illegal, I'm still gon' carry it
Ayy, them niggas broke, shit embarrassing
She from the 'Nolia, the ho got accent
Got niggas in jail who gettin' the packs in
I know young strikers, I know young strikers, I know young strikers
All we shoot is dices (yeah, yeah)
All we shoot is rifles
Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah
I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah
Every young nigga in my city having motion
I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?
SRT truck, pipe it up
She ain't got no swag, I spice her up
Put ice on her like hockey puck
Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck
I lost a down and spiked my cup
I lost a bitch and found the plug
These niggas can't get no stripes off us
These niggas can't take no pipes off us (can't take no guns off me)