(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Back and charged up, bitch, we still in shock
Got a fifty-round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On a Out The Slums verse, first to mention switches
Can't even whip out on these niggas 'cause these niggas bitches
And nowadays your rap blogs, they support the snitches
And f*ck the government, they got protection for the witness
But it ain't got nothin' for the younger nigga in the trenches
And wonder why these lil' niggas turnin' into gremlins
Your chunky 10 millimeter, that's a large pistol
You gotta cover me wit' bands like some scar tissue
Niggas dyin', you don't ride, you just start dissin'
You lil' niggas never slide like your cars missin'
Sure got me agitated, f*ck around and whizz on
Niggas must've got agitated, we ain't see you step once
Make sure I should be aggravated, rifle shoot the teflon
Used to have them glasses, I was Urkel, now I'm Stefan
Uh, icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nike's
I know niggas welcomin' me home don't like me
I'm back and I'm still strapped, loaded in the backseat
Seatbelt click like the blick when we clap heat
Escalade seat warmers, bitch, it's just a button
Choppa turn his fake ass steppas to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Yellow diamonds lookin' like the corn growin' in Vacaville
I bought me some land in there, a farmer when I have to chill
Every time it's harvest season, snatchin' snats up out the field
Indoor, outdoor, don't know, nigga, how to tattletale
Niggas be so broke, they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
Or tell you what a Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as shit, you got lit, I was wit' yo' bitch
Only time these rappers goin' viral is when these niggas snitch
Guess I should've folded like the Samsung Galaxy
Bitch, I keep a blower like I got a lot of allergies
Sneeze, easy, bitch, they call me greedy
Prison time was hard, studio time easy
I just roll my step and I can battle Chris Breezy
Dancin' on the brick, brainwashed by Jeezy
Thug motivation, all my niggas 103 me
Bitch, I been a nigga right there like Chingy
Goin' back to Cali' cause I know my city need me
We lost Nipsey Hussle, lost Kobe, lost Gigi
Lost Drakeo the ruler, lost Ketchy from the Stinc Team
Missed all of they funerals 'cause Texas ain't release me
Please do not be stupid, how you movin' when you meet me?
Better have a Glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Bitch, I'm still in shock
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(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Back and charged up, bitch, we still in shock
Got a fifty-round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On a Out The Slums verse, first to mention switches
Can't even whip out on these niggas 'cause these niggas bitches
And nowadays your rap blogs, they support the snitches
And f*ck the government, they got protection for the witness
But it ain't got nothin' for the younger nigga in the trenches
And wonder why these lil' niggas turnin' into gremlins
Your chunky 10 millimeter, that's a large pistol
You gotta cover me wit' bands like some scar tissue
Niggas dyin', you don't ride, you just start dissin'
You lil' niggas never slide like your cars missin'
Sure got me agitated, f*ck around and whizz on
Niggas must've got agitated, we ain't see you step once
Make sure I should be aggravated, rifle shoot the teflon
Used to have them glasses, I was Urkel, now I'm Stefan
Uh, icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nike's
I know niggas welcomin' me home don't like me
I'm back and I'm still strapped, loaded in the backseat
Seatbelt click like the blick when we clap heat
Escalade seat warmers, bitch, it's just a button
Choppa turn his fake ass steppas to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Yellow diamonds lookin' like the corn growin' in Vacaville
I bought me some land in there, a farmer when I have to chill
Every time it's harvest season, snatchin' snats up out the field
Indoor, outdoor, don't know, nigga, how to tattletale
Niggas be so broke, they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
Or tell you what a Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as shit, you got lit, I was wit' yo' bitch
Only time these rappers goin' viral is when these niggas snitch
Guess I should've folded like the Samsung Galaxy
Bitch, I keep a blower like I got a lot of allergies
Sneeze, easy, bitch, they call me greedy
Prison time was hard, studio time easy
I just roll my step and I can battle Chris Breezy
Dancin' on the brick, brainwashed by Jeezy
Thug motivation, all my niggas 103 me
Bitch, I been a nigga right there like Chingy
Goin' back to Cali' cause I know my city need me
We lost Nipsey Hussle, lost Kobe, lost Gigi
Lost Drakeo the ruler, lost Ketchy from the Stinc Team
Missed all of they funerals 'cause Texas ain't release me
Please do not be stupid, how you movin' when you meet me?
Better have a Glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Back and charged up, bitch, we still in shock
Got a fifty-round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On a Out The Slums verse, first to mention switches
Can't even whip out on these niggas 'cause these niggas bitches
And nowadays your rap blogs, they support the snitches
And f*ck the government, they got protection for the witness
But it ain't got nothin' for the younger nigga in the trenches
And wonder why these lil' niggas turnin' into gremlins
Your chunky 10 millimeter, that's a large pistol
You gotta cover me wit' bands like some scar tissue
Niggas dyin', you don't ride, you just start dissin'
You lil' niggas never slide like your cars missin'
Sure got me agitated, f*ck around and whizz on
Niggas must've got agitated, we ain't see you step once
Make sure I should be aggravated, rifle shoot the teflon
Used to have them glasses, I was Urkel, now I'm Stefan
Uh, icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nike's
I know niggas welcomin' me home don't like me
I'm back and I'm still strapped, loaded in the backseat
Seatbelt click like the blick when we clap heat
Escalade seat warmers, bitch, it's just a button
Choppa turn his fake ass steppas to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Yellow diamonds lookin' like the corn growin' in Vacaville
I bought me some land in there, a farmer when I have to chill
Every time it's harvest season, snatchin' snats up out the field
Indoor, outdoor, don't know, nigga, how to tattletale
Niggas be so broke, they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
Or tell you what a Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as shit, you got lit, I was wit' yo' bitch
Only time these rappers goin' viral is when these niggas snitch
Guess I should've folded like the Samsung Galaxy
Bitch, I keep a blower like I got a lot of allergies
Sneeze, easy, bitch, they call me greedy
Prison time was hard, studio time easy
I just roll my step and I can battle Chris Breezy
Dancin' on the brick, brainwashed by Jeezy
Thug motivation, all my niggas 103 me
Bitch, I been a nigga right there like Chingy
Goin' back to Cali' cause I know my city need me
We lost Nipsey Hussle, lost Kobe, lost Gigi
Lost Drakeo the ruler, lost Ketchy from the Stinc Team
Missed all of they funerals 'cause Texas ain't release me
Please do not be stupid, how you movin' when you meet me?
Better have a Glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Writer: Jason Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management