All of that bluffin’ shit, need to cut down You don’t even know how I Wasn’t there when I had nothing What you want now? Big dog on me, No bloodhound I’m fucking your bitch, and I pull her bun down Chopper rock with a guitar like I’m Chuck Brown Where your shooter sun down when the sun down Crime pays so I got my gun up I really don’t use my dog Lil fuck nigga tried to run off Like why you running like you hard He say he yo’ brother tryna pull your card Ouu, I thought that you was my dog Walk on me like I got a call I got yo’ bitch, let you do a call 50 on me, going to bash in his skull You can see the look in his eyes And tell him he not gon ride Mask down looking like Micheal Myers Tell him you gon slide You ain’t shooting, why you lie in your rhymes Tell yo’ plug he a [?] I took yo bitch nigga, everytime All of these niggas real live
Ouu, I had to get it from the get go Pump on me like a Citgo Creep on a opp, I mean tip toe Watch how I slice the work, Call me Kimbo Most of these niggas they using Most of these bitches they choosing Moving work, better get with the movement Chopper make him dance like he in Zoomba Crime pays so I had to do it If you a real nigga, you ain’t got to prove it You gon’ slide on me, then do it These nigga’s love when you start loosing Selling gas, I cannot be a student [?] nigga give me two [?] Dog with me, make sure he can do it Can’t fuck with these niggas, I swear that they two faced You ain’t my brother, than you can’t cool with me Yeah I swear to God it’s none of that [?] my man are you coming back I’m off a bar, help me relax I’m just tryna put [?] on the map Y’all playing defense like a corner back I throw the work like a quarterback Had to ruin my name, they call me Shaq
All of that bluffin’ shit, need to cut down You don’t even know how I Wasn’t there when I had nothing What you want now? Big dog on me, No bloodhound I’m fucking your bitch, and I pull her bun down Chopper rock with a guitar like I’m Chuck Brown Where your shooter sun down when the sun down Crime pays so I got my gun up I really don’t use my dog Lil fuck nigga tried to run off Like why you running like you hard He say he yo’ brother tryna pull your card Ouu, I thought that you was my dog Walk on me like I got a call I got yo’ bitch, let you do a call 50 on me, going to bash in his skull You can see the look in his eyes And tell him he not gon ride Mask down looking like Micheal Myers Tell him you gon slide You ain’t shooting, why you lie in your rhymes Tell yo’ plug he a [?] I took yo bitch nigga, everytime All of these niggas real live