BET

[Chorus]
I'm not tryna beef with no brokies or rats (On gang)
Mama hate when I drive ’cause she know that I ride with like 2 or 3 p's in the back (Lotta smoke)
You can get tag with this beam on this MAC (Fa Fa)
Fuck pretty bitch break her spleen when I smack
She arch then a bitch Listerine in that cat
I came to the top with my team on my back
Sippin' on wock put some green to relax
VVS my diamonds my jeans full of racks
I’m high in the stu' rollin' leaf full of thrax
Got the dope in the trunk blow your spleen to the back
We dropping niggas like 3 fists
Call me Chris Brown 'cause I beat bitches (Gang, hol on)
Still pushing p's cause I need riches
Like forty k spread out in these britches

[Verse]
My gang with the shits and they know it
Receive a backend for like 10 and i blow it
Bust on her chin she gone grin and I know it
My car too expansive for niggas to tow it
I was just young watching B.E.T
She giving knowledge , G.E.D (Nogginn')
Pass him the noggin, CP3
Slide in that thottie DVD
My young niggas mobbin', these niggas know how we robbing, my young niggas can't be beat
(Fa Fa Fa Fa)
These niggas stealing my flow tryna jack what I do but these niggas just can’t be me
Call me Quin Cena i can’t be seen
Shoebox full of knots that's what made me clean
She gave me top that’s what made me scream
Got the clip on this Glock you can make these sing
I'm a young nigga with pressure, im the young nigga post up in the hood with a Glock
I used to skip school with my niggas 'cause there was no money and that's why we stood on the block
And we tryna get ’em the hard way shoot 'em in broad day 'cause brodem ain't scared of no cops
The Tee Ball shoot thru Hallway while niggas in school tnat's how much we dont fuck wit the opp
Pop out with a bunch of them Glocks better run to your spot 'cause I swear you don't want us to pop
My Young nigga wit it he lettin' out multiple shots nigga play and then multiple drop

[Chorus]
I'm not tryna beef with no brokies or rats (On gang)
Mama hate when I drive 'cause she know that I ride with like 2 or 3 p's in the back (Lotta smoke)
You can get tag with this beam on this MAC (Fa Fa)
Fuck pretty bitch break her spleen when I smack
She arch then a bitch Listerine in that cat
I came to the top with my team on my back
Sippin' on wock put some green to relax
VVS my diamonds my jeans full of racks
I'm high in the stu' rollin' leaf full of thrax
Got the dope in the trunk blow your spleen to the back
We dropping niggas like 3 fists
Call me Chris Brown 'cause I beat bitches (Gang, hol on)
Still pushing p's cause I need riches
Like forty k spread out in these britches