Actin' like they killers but them niggas just some We act like this a studio, this really just a trap Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the scrap A million cash and hunnids, now they bring it to the door 20K for a coat that I ain't even wore This bitch so bad, I love the shop, I made him close the store She think she trickin' me but don't know my pockets full Big bank, roll top, flow South Beach Long money, Gucci, ask your bitch bout me Penthouse suite for a bitch two weeks And all my shooters shootin' two trees, please bout me With the 8K47, 365, 24-7 Percocet, got a bitch that's no sweaty but all a bitch that's still so smelly Beltron, get your throat slashed, nigga broke Swear it's your cash, nigga, Santa Claus with no bag In this house, there's some hoes With the 8K47, 365, 24-7 Percocet, got a bitch that's no sweaty but all a bitch that's still so smelly Beltron, get your throat slashed, nigga broke Swear it's your cash, nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Why you been a, I remember You ain't pullin' with the F and that's what friends are for Tell them hoes in the house be kickin' in the door He a ho, he a ho, now that's a minute Why you been a, since I sent your Put it in the figure-four, scope on the gun, better visual Silencer, make the bullets tip at your I don't give a, never gave a Always knew that a better day come Haven't been asleep, seven-day run Never knew how Chevrolet run Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren and Dre I am the new NWA With the 8K47, 365, 24-7 Take lives like students took lessons Jail time felt like it took seconds I'm a good fella, was a dope seller All these niggas must be jealous There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house You with the 8K47, 365, 24-7 Pregnancy, I got a nigga nose sweaty But all a bitch that's still so smelly You with the 8K47, 365, 24-7 Pregnancy, I got a nigga nose sweaty But all a bitch that's still so smelly Beltron, get your throat slashed, nigga broke Swear it's your cash, nigga, Santa Claus with no bag No bullshit, my nigga, I'm pushing my trigger They looking for niggas in bushes, my nigga In the ocean, the lake, in the woods, in the rivers The skies was gray and the bullets was silver Your money on front of my hoodie, my nigga You front on your money, you quitting, my nigga We kill you by breakfast and cooking For dinner, the lesbian, you say you I put some pressure on you Make her tell me what she know Stop confessing to that Stop confiding in that Stop abiding for that You gon' die for that Suicide for that Boy, you been a I remember You ain't fooling with the other That's my friend or foe Tell him That I'll be kicking in the door He a She a Nah, that's too many You with the 8K47, 365, 24-7 Pregnancy, I got a nigga nose sweaty But all a bitch that's still so smelly Beltron, get your throat slashed, nigga broke Swear it's your cash, nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Boy, you been a I remember You ain't fooling with the other That's my friend or foe Tell him That I'll be kicking in the door He a She a Nah, that's too many