Bitch shut da hell up and stay da fuck in ya place.
B4 I grab a pistol and spray bullets in ya face.
U won’t find me at all I stay on da low.
I ain’t worried bout Deez bicthes & hoes.
y da fuk u actin like u kno me.
I ain’t my nigaa and u not my homie.
U talk lke u street but we all kno u fake.
Plus u fucked up and bout pay 4 ya mistakes.
Put myself 1st and everybody else last.
Y care bout da world dey can kiss ny ass.
Don’t u kno da my crew will fuckin do 2 u
We steal we kill and dats on da true.
How many fukin timez do I have 2 remind u.
wen u think u lost me but I rite behind u.