(Pipe that shit up TnT) (Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)
These niggas keep playin’, they boutta make me lose it Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin’ in they music Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin’ but sin And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished These niggas claim they ’bout it but they ain’t livin’ how we livin’ In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions
You can keep your two cents, bitch, you ain’t help me make a dime Can’t work no nine to five, in my eyes that’s wastin’ time I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun I done got it out the mud but they still hatin’ how I shine Wake up in the trenches, can’t leave the house without my nine Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line Gotta keep a gun, don’t wanna see his mama crying If it’s a shootout I’m not gonna be the one that’s dying Shots go off, shots firing Can’t find the opps, they love hiding Step in my scope, I love sniping I ain’t got time for no fighting Ho, I won’t go toe to toe, pop you like I’m Tory Lanez Give no fucks, I’ma let it bang [?] Let ’em hear my Glock sing Sharpshooter, don’t need no range All my niggas [?] tryna bust his brain My shooter don’t take pictures, he don’t want no fame Used to run in the streets now I’m runnin’ the thing A brand-new coupe now it’s switching lanes Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane She just get the dick, you don’t get a ring
These niggas keep playin’, they boutta make me lose it Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin’ in they music Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin’ but sin And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished These niggas claim they ’bout it but they ain’t livin’ how we livin’ In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions
These niggas keep playin’, they boutta make me lose it Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin’ in they music Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin’ but sin And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished These niggas claim they ’bout it but they ain’t livin’ how we livin’ In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions