
Lyrics
Yeah, uh
Ayo, Ill Tony
Gang shit, nigga
Brr, ah
Look
From this point on, I'm the fuckin' king
Took over the game and can't nobody do
A fuckin' thing (You can't do shit)
I do the shootin', I score the most on the other team
I get the Finals MVP trophy and the fuckin' ring (Ah)
Roll an eighth of London pound in my Russian Cream
My shooter don't drink liquor, he want a cup of lean (No cap)
That fool do not think, nigga just
Wanna up his thing (Boom, boom, boom)
I call my gun Big Pun, shatter your fuckin' dreams (Boom)
If it's an issue, ain't no fuckin' thing (Nah)
Let a bullet hit him in his side, bust his spleen (Brr)
Fuck you mean, nigga? Every verse is fuckin' mean (Uh-huh)
I ain't battle rappin' niggas, I'm just gon' fuck his queen (Hahaha)
Bitch can't even wear no fuckin' jeans
She way too thick, that ass so fat on her, it bust the seams (No cap)
My niggas'll flip and shoot up the scene (Boom, boom, boom)
Shooter tweakin' off a half a Perc' in a fuckin' Beam (Hah)
You against us or with us, my nigga, pick a side (Pick a side)
And you fuck niggas hatin' can suck
A dick and die (Suck my dick, nigga)
Young nigga loadin' his chopper, that nigga finna slide (Boom, boom)
You against us or with us, my nigga, pick a side, oh
I (Pick a side, nigga, with us or against us, huh)
You against us or with us, my nigga, pick
A side, oh, I (Yeah, gang shit, nigga)
And you fuck niggas hatin' can suck a dick and die, oh, I (Look)
Fuckin' my bitches on Dior sheets (Hahaha)
Just made a buck fifty in a short week (Fifty bands)
Uh, shootin' this stick that stand four feet (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your mother lost her other son already
So that's more grief (She hurtin')
Pop the cork on the Clic', it feel good seein' my dog eat
I'm the god, I don't fuck with the pork meat (Not at all)
Brick home, they let my bro free (Uh-huh)
Water on her neck and make the whore speak (Woo)
My nigga talk cheap (Talk to 'em)
I take a bitch out the hood and I put her in Rafs (No cap)
I'm in her kitchen with a bird I just put in the bath (What the fuck?)
I can get a nigga smoked, I just put up the bag
Offered a dub, brodie said he'll cook him for half (Fifty K, bro)
Body on the east side, news bulletins flash (Uh-huh)
I'm like Magic to these bitches, I don't look when I pass (Haha)
Rap shit don't pan out, then I'm pushin' a slab (No cap)
Got a drum on the FN, I will put him
In caskets, nigga (Boom, boom, boom)
You against us or with us, my nigga, pick a side (Pick a side)
And you fuck niggas hatin' can suck
A dick and die (Suck my dick, nigga)
Young nigga loadin' his chopper, that nigga finna slide (Boom, boom)
You against us or with us, my nigga, pick a side, oh
I (Pick a side, nigga, with us or against us, huh)
You against us or with us, my nigga, pick
A side, oh, I (Yeah, gang shit, nigga)
And you fuck niggas hatin' can suck a dick and die, oh, I
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