Julio Shit

[Chorus]
You hoes don't scare me, I ain't the one that you wanna play with
Yeah that's your man, I'm just the one that he wish he could stay with
You can't compare me, to none of these bitches who fuck on the go
Who scramblin' poor 'cause I get to the dough
You won't know who I know 'cause I move on the low

[Verse]
But I hear they talkin'
They say they gon' ride but I see 'em walkin'
It's funny how they get to movin' and crossin' them lines 'til I get parking
It's funny how niggas be havin' these guns and know that they never gon' spark 'em
It's funny how niggas be thinkin' they street, niggas see 'em and won't even spark 'em
You ain't no target, you is a goof
Niggas be yellin', they came with the proof
Or you get the boot, where is your loot?
Wanna get down, okay, you get to shoot
Yeah, get crazy on 'em, huh
Ain't you a gangster, show me you ride
Okay, I get it, you know how to talk like your rumble
Shit, but show me fightin'
Hit cash out, show me the dice
Do a show, gotta get in with the pipe
Swim with the sharks, I don't run with the mice
Don't shake hands, don't think that I'm nice
They talkin' heavy, I'ma have to make 'em shh
Drop a bag on they head, I love the sound when it ffft
So think to yourself, like do I want this smoke for real?
Like will it get me killed? like am I really in the field?
Stop all the cappin', I'm from VA where we say
You run or you snatchin', yeah
How you got your hand out tryna get fronted and you ain't pay the backend?
I don't want no dick pics, nah nigga, just give me the dick quick
If I got an attitude, my nigga fix it
Pull to the bag, light bag I just drip with
He said it's Louis V, I said that's cool with me
Go put the drum in the Glock, brought the toolery
Fuck all the foolery, fuck me in jewelery
Get to the bag and then come hit the stu with me
I don't hear shit if it ain't 'bout the cash and respect, show me the bag
If we can't get to you and your dukes ain't home
Aight, cool, show me the dad
Can't come around here if you don't got a pass
Don't care what you did, give a fuck 'bout the past
Whoever move funny, that's one in your ass
Got a long range shot if you runnin' too fast
You can't put a gun to my head to make me snitch nigga
You made me a witness
Which means you gon' shoot either way 'cause you showed me your face and that's evidence for a conviction
Don't leave a trail young bull, if you learned the game right
Show no love, it's taught but it's killin'
No time for no pussies and rookies
So pray and keep moving my boy, ain't no time for no healing
All the young niggas around me they drilling
With drums and sticks that'll reach to the ceiling
Make one false move and it's a green light
First night for a young nigga taking a mission
Any one of my nigas on go for sure, you dig?
We ain't duckin' no rat
Probably drop ten on your head, drop ten out a debt
Either way we droppin' your set
They mad I'm saucin', the drip so wet
I don't get mad but I do get a check
I don't come last and these hoes ain't next
Know you ain't gon' do shit so you ain't gotta flex

[Chorus]
You hoes don't scare me, I ain't the one that you wanna play with
Yeah that's your man, I'm just the one that he wish he could stay with
You can't compare me, to none of these bitches who fuck on the go
Who scramblin' poor 'cause I get to the dough
You won't know who I know 'cause I move on the low