What They Told Me

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better have a Gen, 'cause, bitch, we comin', fuck I look like runnin'?
They come through, drop fifty shots, we come back, drop a hundred
That smoke, nigga, I ain't done yet, turn a nigga straight to zombies
Long as I got that pape', they'll do whatever to get up on me
"Spare me a dollar, brodie," you can't, you're not my homie
Tweaked out, rich nigga problems, I'm drinkin', dropped the Rollie
Bet we gon' see about 'em, 'member what they told me

[Verse]
Huh, big fat blunt
Fly to Cali to get some 'za, big bag of Runtz
Bro say he don't smoke Backwoods, we gotta grab a Crush
Whip out the blicky, he got tough, I had to back him up
In the club, I send a Mack Truck, this a pack-a-punch
Too many hoes want us in the club, so I had to grab a bunch
This a stepper party, nothin' but killers, step your ass inside
Think you're brave enough to go against us, you'll be unalive
I don't really cry when I see death no more, only sometimes
See an opp nigga head, we beat on it just like a drumline
She like, "It take too long when you beat on it, can you just cum now?"
Don't get up, bitch, take a seat on it, no, don't you run now
Know she love it when I beat on it
Niggas don't be on bullshit out in public 'cause they know we on it
Why you think you tough? 'Cause you got a gun and you don't even be on it
Niggas full on cap, bro 'nem already took his strap
We sent his ass to the underland if you wanna know where your brother at

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better have a Gen, 'cause, bitch, we comin', fuck I look like runnin'?
They come through, drop fifty shots, we come back, drop a hundred
That smoke, nigga, I ain't done yet, turn a nigga straight to zombies
Long as I got that pape', they'll do whatever to get up on me
"Spare me a dollar, brodie," you can't, you're not my homie
Tweaked out, rich nigga problems, I'm drinkin', dropped the Rollie
Bet we gon' see about 'em, 'member what they told me