(DMac got me too bangin') Keep all that shit, cuh I was cut a little different, my own fabric Had to cut off my folk, got my own family I don't owe you nothing, go get it, nigga Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, nigga Stab me in the jail, you tripping, nigga I'm the one who would go do the stickin', nigga Do that shit by myself 'fore I send a nigga I'ma run out of breath tryna finish this Money don't mean shit, boy, you been a bitch If you hang with a rat, nigga, you a snitch We don't do no mistakes, we don't shoot and miss I ain't rockin' with none of that goofy shit Found out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the bitch Get you hit in your city, we mob tied Bitches DM me sendin' me heart eyes Play that shit how it go, hit that bitch on the low I ain't cuffin' no ho, bitch, you gotta stay I don't fuck with these niggas, I'm different from rappers so when we link up, I feel out of place Say you want you some 'za, you ain't gotta wait I got it right here in the booth with me Asking too many questions, you too friendly Breast implants on the chopper like new titties I got niggas got life, they depending on me The gang ready to shoot for me, any moment Colored diamonds on me match the Fendi on me I ain't beefin' with homie, he been jabroni (yeah) I was solid way back in the gap And I came home, put the east on the map And the Draco still ride under me Got them players in the back and in front of me Yeah, I'm ready, I know they gon' come for me Better be comin' correct, nigga Hope you plannin' on sending your best nigga MAC-11 I tote got tourettes, nigga Get up on me in person, quit asking 'bout me Don't like cameras, I might have to smack somebody Why you postin' subliminals? Ask somebody We don't talk about bodies, don't ask about 'em (don't do that) Nigga hide behind money, I peeped him FNG, I'ma quarterback sneak 'em He think he out of reach, I reached him Heard they laced that boy up, they creased him Whole mill' made off of a feature 50K sit on top of my sneakers Got your ho hot and ready, Little Ceasars I just hit your BM like I need her I was cut a little different, my own fabric Had to cut off my folk, got my own family I don't owe you nothing, go get it, nigga Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, nigga Stab me in the jail, you tripping, nigga I'm the one who would go do the stickin', nigga Do that shit by myself 'fore I send a nigga I'ma run out of breath tryna finish this Money don't mean shit, boy, you been a bitch If you hang with a rat, nigga, you a snitch We don't do no mistakes, we don't shoot and miss I ain't rockin' with none of that goofy shit Found out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the bitch Get you hit in your city, we mob tied Bitches DM me sendin' me heart eyes