You

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

Verse:

Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm
Back up on my shit they know I'm coming with the flame
Tell these phony niggas they should make they own lane
I been trapping since the cradle, ask my niggas they know
Trappin since they shot my nigga Boobie
Man I gotta getting going for my niggas in the west side
Where we let that choppa spray like a fuckin pesticide
Still you know we pull up clean
Step up on the scene yeah it ain't a thing
This is for my niggas in the hole yeah we do this shit for you

Chorus:

Let me tell the truth
I ain't got a dollar to my name but it's cool
I could be a dead muthafucker or a broke muthafucker
But it's probably better than if I was you, you

(I would hate to be)
You
You
(Nigga just do)
You
I could be a dead muthafucker or a broke muthafucker
But it's probably better than if I was you, you

(I would hate to be)
You
You
(You should just do)
You
I could be a dead muthafucker or a broke muthafucker
But it's probably better than if I was you, you

Verse:

Hang on to dear life like some monkey bars
That's what they 'gon have to do coming for it like taxes due
Clap for who? Us
Uh we go too nuts
Sorry for those that's allergic
King Kong beat chest 808 heard it down the block yeah
That's cause sir Jonathon made it knock yeah
U.S. drop heat you drop what flop yeah
When your the cream of the crop and ya team at the top
Plenty gleam on the watch
That's when ya know that ya lookin' like us

Chorus:

Let me tell the truth
I ain't got a dollar to my name but it's cool
I could be a dead muthafucker or a broke muthafucker
But it's probably better than if I was you, you