I got a nigga up in jacks, he want me to drop them low so he can come in through the back
Tally nigga go rack for rack, all he scream is motion
Swear to God he don't know how to act, push your P's and move a pack
My temper nigga trippin', I don't know why, how'd you be chillin'?
My niggas from the old stand on business, one locked up, he'll be out by Christmas
Daytona niggas don't like to listen, he talkin' *, so I gotta take this mission
Put it on his face, after that go missin', you don't gotta worry, I'm just here for a minute
Got my drink from my bae down in Dave, he said come tap in today
Wells chasin', B-O-A, that nigga from Pope, D-O-A
Thought he could play up in my face, I can expose a lot of you niggas by stand on business
And there's some bitches I got pressed, got them tryna do they best
That hoe from the city that be cloud chasin', I'ma do her the work, let game do the rest
Like damn, you don't gotta do all that hatin', pull up lil' mama, get it off your chest
I like pretty bitches, that's by the check, so if you bout it, then be my guest
All the bad bitches up there in Talley, damn, I should've went to film
Miami hoes fakin' like they do real estate, hoe, we know you scammed
We don't give a damn, girl, go get that money
Cut off a whole trunk and send me Shamu to frame
These hoes just be dummies, fuckin' on niggas and they get money