Lots of It

[Intro]
BandGang shit, we get money around here, nigga
We see y'all bitch ass niggas around here hatin'
Indeed, indeed, yeah

[Verse]
These niggas hate so much, probably beef with my son if I die
These niggas play too much, get jammed, act like my son, they cry
Playin' with us is like playin' around with the sun, don't fry
We broke to tyin' up the score, get in the soup, goodbye
Some shit broke my heart, movin' too quick, false start
Catch an opp outside, he act like he don't want parks
Throwin' bullets like darts, I lasted long 'cause I'm smart
They was fake from the start, we dangerous though, so they smart
'Cause if we would've peeped that shit, niggas gettin' rolled out in carts and
I'm still sick, me and my niggas apart
That mean me and the sharks, better yet, me and the wolves
Ain't all bad, but ain't good, we was just all in the hood
Through long nights like Suge, cash in the clique like Boog
In the Bronx like Boogz with baby Draco, it's good
Ready for it, ain't shook, see, we wanted this took
Tryna be overpaid, ain't no way we gettin' overlooked
They cop it quick off the looks, bitch, I'm still off the hook
Hard work what it took, man, this one for the books
Send me racks and I'm booked, if they rattin', you cooked
The bitch ugly, she sus unless she bringing me books, nigga