[Intro]
I don't want no autotune
No, no, no, no
Fuck all that shit, this how they want me to come
Fuck all that shit, fuck it
Like, this what they want me to do? (Turn up)
(Turn up, turn up, turn up)
Let's get it
[Chorus]
Niggas say that we don't hit, I'ma hit 'em where it hurt
Since you like takin' pics, I'ma put you on a shirt
Since you wanna take a ride, I'ma put you in a hearse
Since you always tired, I'ma put you in the dirt (Turn up, turn up, turn up)
I tried school, but it ain't work, I tried to hoop, but it ain't work
I knew the job shit wasn't worth it (FBG shit), the rob shit wasn't really workin'
I had a rusty revolver, pin broke on it, it ain't really work (FBG, bitch)
(Talk to 'em)
But a nigga still let me rob him, thank God that it worked (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk)
[Verse 1]
Pussy boy, you a goofy, you let me rob you with a broke gun
All this money and no guns, you deserve to have no funds
Pussy boy, you a lame, you can't hang with the gang
They know we started the "gang," they know we started the "bang"
They know we started the "woo," I'm not lyin', I got proof
Keep the sauce, I got juice, I'm hurtin' their feelings, nigga, ooh
Ballin' hard like the Rucker, if she bad, I'ma fuck her
Hell nah, I don't love her, I'ma pass it to my brother
Free Wooski, he'll shoot (Wooski), I swear my boy act a fool (Cuckoo)
Niggas hated bumpin' heads with 'em (He a loose screw), he make it do what it do (Cuckoo)
Niggas steady dissin' Tooka, I think it's time to be rude (Fuck it)
They say I'm reekin', what's that smell on me? (What's that?)
That's a Backwood full of Nu'
[Chorus]
Niggas say that we don't hit, I'ma hit 'em where it hurt
Since you like takin' pics, I'ma put you on a shirt
Since you wanna take a ride, I'ma put you in a hearse
Since you always tired, I'ma put you in the dirt
I tried school, but it ain't work, I tried to hoop, but it ain't work
I knew the job shit wasn't worth it, the rob shit wasn't really workin' (Like, this what they want me to do it?)
I had a rusty revolver, pin broke on it, it ain't really work (Like, I was tryna keep my cool)
(Tell 'em)
But a nigga still let me rob him, thank God that it worked (Tell 'em, tell 'em)
[Verse 2]
We gon' do this that y'all do, I seened your tweets, so I called you (Like, real shit)
You was talkin' a whole lot of jibber-jabber, look, I ain't tryna argue (Pussy)
We ain't playin', nigga, y'all see, heard "Tooka Gang," you tried to call me (Gang)
We don't give a fuck if y'all deep (What else?)
Pop a flat, now you with Baldy (Shit)
The shit I be say be hurtin' hurt their heart (Goddamn)
Pray for 'em, oh my God (Shit)
Times hard, but I'm calm, Dutch filled with Sheroid (Woo)
I made that song "Out the Mud" 'cause we got it out the mud
I think about the dirt I did, but shit, that's just what it is was
On the S with some killers (St. Lawrence)
Rip my niggas, free my niggas (The guys)
We ride, but we don't see them niggas (We ridin')
Where we catch them, leave them niggas (Niggas hidin')
Niggas know they really bitches, I can put that on set (Gang)
Like, fuck the mentions and the ats (Fuck all that), we gon' pull up where you at (Let's get it, Money)
[Chorus]
Niggas say that we don't hit (We slidin'), I'ma hit 'em where it hurt (We slidin')
Since you like takin' pics (We slidin'), I'ma put you on a shirt (We slidin')
Since you wanna take a ride (We pullin' up), I'ma put you in a hearse (We pullin' up)
Since you always tired (We pullin' up), I'ma put you in the dirt (Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up)
I tried school, but it ain't work, I tried to hoop, but it ain't work
I knew the job shit wasn't worth it, the rob shit wasn't really workin'
I had a rusty revolver, pin broke on it, it ain't really work
But a nigga still let me rob him, thank God that it worked
Work was written by FBG Duck & Skitzo Beatz.
Work was produced by Skitzo Beatz.