I know they want me to fall off
We came to work never call off
We never sleep barely nod off
Naw, naw, naw naw
When we get to the top we ain’t falling
Where was you before the balling
Now you mothafuckas callin
Naw, naw, naw naw
I know they want to see me fail
Wanna see a nigga dead or in jail
Ooh, I could tell I could tell
A lot of fishy shit I smell
But let a nigga play with me I could put that on my son
Once I up this fuckin gun
Thirty shots its gon sound like a drum
That bitch go brr-u-b-bum-bum
Family crying like, «ooh, ahh»
Your mother is hurt and your daddy is hurt like, «why you do that to my son?»
Niggas playin peekaboo
Oooh, I mufuckin see you
Everyday I tote a gun like its legal
And I wouldn’t wanna mufuckin be you
Money
They want me to give my style away
They want me to let em have it They want me to just dead the shit
Im talkin bout put it in a casket
They want me to give my soul away
That shit dead nigga no way
Talkin bout what you gon do to me
Yeah yeah nigga okay
My shooters bitch, they bout whatever
I just bought em a new crate of Barettas
Any problem that we got it gets settled
Nigga you better go and ask about us They want to just fall off
Naw, naw
Middle fingers up to all yall
All yall