If you a hate-ass nigga, back up If you a broke-ass nigga, back up
If you a fake-ass nigga, back up If you a dope-poppin' nigga, back up
Now all my real-ass niggas, what's up? Now all my real-ass bitches, what's up?
Now all my money-makin' niggas, what's up? Now all my money-makin' bitches, what's up?
No animal, loranga, tang, gorilla, ape Could ever disrespect a rat and take food off her plate
I'm as official as a missile hittin' you in the face
That's what takes you up with Oda, find you in the lake
So back up, lil' daddy, you don't want no problems
These people's sweethearts, the revival revolve them
In any gangster situation, come to solve them
So get your mind right before you lose your noggin'
See, I ain't really goin' for that duckin' and dodgin'
Listen, listenin', rastlin', even, even imbarbin'
I just go with it
Wantin' a mask like I'm Batman and Robin
Let the, let the thang do some watch, boy, I start joggin'
You know how I do, man, y'all see me mobbin'
Fraud on the right side, slurpin' and sobbin'
Haters mean muggin' like we gotta rob them
Mean, mean mug them right back like, is it a problem?
If you a hatin' ass nigga, back up
If you a broke ass nigga, back up
If you a fake ass nigga, back up
If you a dope poppin' nigga, back up
Now, all my real ass niggas, what's up?
Now, all my real ass bitches, what's up?
Now, all my money makin' niggas, what's up?
Now, all my money makin' bitches, what's up?
Now, any way for me to be braided is bout to be brown
Any way that you can catch it, fool, is bout to be cow-cow
Lovers, listeners, to be talk-talk
Haters, to be soft-talk
So if I 50K a bag, 30, 30, 30 out
You bought money, you can pay
Now you, now you got some late load
Can't go to your mama, pistol, pistol to your babe, bro
You think we came to play? No, absolutely not
Tell me, tell me how to find your brother, how soon you get shot?
Game for game, football the game and still got smack pistol
The streets is screamin', the gangsta is back in official
Ask him, ask him what he love the most
Bet he say I hate her, get him, hit him with that gun
He till he shake like a vibrator
In my state, I'll be the first to lead the charge
In a barrage of bullets off in your house and garage
Go feed them boys and put the fire to the flame
Burn it down like fag, then say, who charged it to the gang?
If you a hatin' ass nigga, back up
If you a broke ass nigga, back up
If you a fake ass nigga, back up
If you a dope poppin' nigga, back up
Now all my real ass niggas, what's up?
Now all my real ass bitches, what's up?
Now all my fun and makin' niggas, what's up?
Now all my fun and makin' bitches, what's up?
Here the queen boys come, one is one for the records
One is one like one other, got you lanes under pressure
I'll take it to your place, you ain't gotta ask me no questions
Talkin' tough, forget your lane laid out on the stretcher
I don't * with the law, they got my dogs on lock
So this one for T-Bird, Mono Baby, and Brock
All that I got, talk, I'll take what you got
Since Mississippi burnin' slavery, play with that vibe
Jew, I stay with that vibe
From them clubs to them streets, boy, I stay on my grind
From them drugs to them beats, nigga, stop lyin'
You ain't no thug, boy, you weak
When they come to that front, I wake you up, I just sleep
Now all my Mississippi thugs, what's up?
Niggas blaze up, blaze up
Now all my New Seattle niggas booed up, booed up
Now all my TX niggas sip up, sip up
Now all my TA niggas get bugged, get bugged
If you a hatin' ass nigga, back up
If you a broke ass nigga, back up
If you a fake ass nigga, back up
If you a dope poppin' nigga, back up