Yeah, what's poppin', nigga? I know what's happenin', man Big Mike, you know what I'm sayin'? Mothafucka, man, you know what's poppin'? Ah, she look out that boot, she wear that orange She nigga like the motherfuckin' Meeks Nigga, what you talkin' about? Mama fuck, said she's like, came to my dream We said, Kia, time to see, we gon' ride for real We catch dudes, they proud for real I saw my cubs, get my cubs for real These niggas ride, they gon' say how they feel They roll on plan right now, can't with Kia Fuck this rap block, let's talk about the real I was sayin', no time to speak In a couple weeks, you'll be killed I tie my shoes, say it is what it is When I sign my deal, bro, it's time for tea When I went number one, had the city turn My fans knew I had smoke for real I signed a contract and put that bread gang chain on And shot back to the field Hit the city, they put a hunnid in my truck I said to myself, this smoke for real I hit that road, got a new batch of killers And a month later, time for some M's My brother died when I did Tell my story to my kids My family already know My cubs wanna kill me for real Fuck that Sanchez, how would I say it? Kill them all, but ask Joe how I play it I want a nigga here ridin' that shit They gon' come and get me if I say it I was down bad on my dick Every bitch I wanted, they left me on red I broke that zone, I put a chain on every nigga That gave me a bed Na don't come around this shit Na ain't hit a couple shows with a nigga But I chained, nothing fuck a nigga Find them tellin' me nigga I make a nigga 18, 17-hour drive Down there riskin' it all at these shows Just to have a nigga who's been sittin' on they ass and cheat Mama fuck, said cheese I came to my dreams, had kids Time to see who gon' ride for real We catch dudes, they proud for real I saw my cubs, kill my cubs for real These niggas ride, they gon' tell how they feel They roll, I'm playin' right now, can't with kills Fuck this rap block, let's talk about the real Nigga swing on me, gettin' shot I mean that from the bottom of my heart Keisha Wright took a piece of my heart I'm in jail, caught his head, take it far Fuck your man, I can't walk on my block Fuck bulletproofs in my grandma yard Every time my bullet's bouncin' off the truck I'm a millionaire, but still I hop out the car Woo, I got rank on my block What else? I done drove every car I still take care of the pot And I'm still gettin' niggas drunk Ah, fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it? Ah, fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it? Ah, pussy Fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it? Fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it? I wanna kill a mob, that's just how I play it Back on that gangsta shit We done lost that shit back in the summer of September All that gangsta right now That shit out for the rest of the month And for the rest of the year