I don't knowYeah, niggaThey bring some more bottles to the boothJust like thatPuss-ass nigga, these niggas broke for real, you heard me?They spits, what's up with it?Man, nigga, just be talkin', you heard me?Two, three, I'm niggasLet that money talk, niggaYeah, I like thatBig D's bent, that's what we come throughHey, Ghostface, I told youYour wife's like that too, niggaLet your flowYou better hide your hoeI'm FaceTiming with my little brotherHe tapping me back in with the streetsCoach say they waitin' on me to slipWe gotta slide with them niggas beatHe say I succeeded in the car with your name on itAnd I'm flyin', let's bang some heatI pull up andEach one reach, one teach him a lessonI did it for bigI did it for Belva, did it for meLeBron ran up down, he did it for LeeJ.J. died, they cast him outBag on his head, they did it forThey took my birthright, sprayed on my carCause no face died and it was for meEvery time I slide, it's for the GodSo it ain't no price on that, it's freeLet's goAll my real street niggas gon' feel this, you heard me?Pull up, made back, back to backSpins in the bin, swervin'Stay on the block, niggaOnly time I go home, cause my mama worriedReal players, bitch slaysI been rollin' *** six timesI'm with Papa, he bangin' the B, he booBo Peep, Cripper, O.J., he coolI don't give a damn if a nigga *** no hoI hit, bitch gets down, free foodNigga, round the wayI don't give a ***Three say *** to me, foolBrother, son, Fredda, babyI ain't gon' countI would've made me twoYeah, man, that beef ***, we do it gladly, you heard me?Yeah, manHey, man, shout out Miss Cash, then, niggaYou know, me and the gang, we paper stacking, you heard me?They think we finna go buy a Bell Bonds, because we gon' make it happenI'm with Papa, he bangin' the B, he booBo Peep, Cripper, O.J., he coolI don't give a damn if a nigga *** no hoI hit, bitch gets down, free foodI got the drink in the boothBut one thing I will not do is fake in the boothReal, bitchReal, bitch gets down, free food