Yeah, we back, motherfuckers
We back, the legit ballin' family
See, listen here, player
We own this motherfuckin' city
No, no, matter of fact, matter of fact
The world is ours
This the takeover
And who's the motherfuckin' dumb?
Who's the dumb?
Twister, that's who
You unappreciative sum of bitches
Respect that, respect that
Matter of fact, this album is about respect
Honor
* a beat and a rap, nigga
This a motherfuckin' movement
And if you tryin' to stop it
You gon' have to load, aim, and cock it
For real
But we too hard and deep to kill
So go ahead, join hands, you whole ass sum of bitches
We can't be stopped
We can't be stopped
The legit ballin' is comin'
Faggots smilin' at me lookin' happy
Don't make me take this 316
And turn your ass into a sugar daddy
You need a clip to carry
Like I need a bitch to marry
I pimp talk, then walk your ass to the cemetery
Bustin' my thing at a aim angle
Right at your chest with your chained ankle
See what the game bring you
A desert eagle thrashin'
Ski mask and duct tape
A tuxedo and casket
I study the bad
The way he eat *, sleep *
How we think he stay low-key
Cause he * with that Aris bitch
But about these chips
Squeeze clips until they empty
Continue to act up
I can cock up my backup city
My football will make me
I step like I need camos
I only * with top shelf hoes
And play for gold
In front of the rose
Gettin' head in the rose
Kicked it out and kicked it off
With my folks and foes
You don't know
We about dancing, you bitches
We about bustin' you hoes
We about serving you haters
Like we were serving them golds
Y'all can't * with these ballers
Y'all can't hang with my city
Plus it's too many bitch niggas
I ain't playin' my candy
We about dancing, you bitches
We about bustin' you hoes
We about serving you haters
Like we were serving them golds
Shout it out when you wanna bring it
Every run of it we come gunning
Y'all niggas all the time
When you peepin' the dip on this
When you see me in the streets
I'm about to go
When you see me on the mic
I'm about to flow
When they see you in that box
You about to go
Bean keep * hot
Case y'all don't know
When you argue with your bitch
She say parking you out
She on the phone
Telling dude what you got in your house
Put that bitch on your back
That's how you carry that hoe
Keep it real with a dog
You about to marry that hoe
Them nine foes that you coppin'
Yeah, that's been a good hit
Tell your bitch stop bitchin' off
And givin' me *
When you see her puffin' up
With other niggas
You quick to frown
Nigga, don't save her
Let the bitch bust down
Spit the truth
I'm in the rogues
Bustin' them bangs
Why you need that greasy ass
Food shootin' at the gun range
Your melon just like a banana
Too easy to peel
What a competition
In this bitch
Y'all too easy to peel
We about dissin' you bitches
We about bustin' you hoes
We about servin' you haters
Like we was servin' them golds
Y'all can't * with these ballers
Y'all can't hang with my city
Plus there's too many bitch niggas
Out there claimin' my city
We about dissin' you bitches
We about bustin' you hoes
We about servin' you haters
Like we was servin' them golds
Shout it out when you wanna bring it
Don't be runnin' on me
Come gun it
Y'all niggas on the lane
When you peekin' the dick
Hold up this one
Baby, grace is the name
You say this your block name
When I supply the weed rocks
Dope in the face
I said shop down
For forty days and forty nights
The block hot now
I have you wonderin'
Who bustin' shots out
I'm on silence, boy
You was the toughest * on the corner
When you was on me, boy
Feel the border, the pain
Stop facin' and the violence, boy
Now * your plug or not
*, I'm in smiling, boy
Where your shells at?
Can't get up, you know why
I'm the one that sell that
* drivin'
I'm the one that sell that

Where your B-12 at?
Never bite the hand that feeds ya
I supply niggas to robbers
They owe it to Artesia
Use a young cat, dumb cat
Always send a slum cat
Next section, ask your man who front that
Benny Franks is the name
It's your honor, kid
Y'all will respect the game
*, I promise you will
Gangsta
We about dissin' you bitches
We about bustin' you hoes
We about servin' you haters
Like we was servin' them ghosts
Y'all can't * with these ballers
Y'all can't hang with my city
Plus there's too many bitch niggas
I hate hate in my city
We about dissin' you bitches
We about bustin' you hoes
We about servin' you haters
Like we was servin' them ghosts
Shout it out when you wanna bring it
Don't be runnin' when we come gunnin'
Y'all niggas on the name
When you pee in the Chipotle system
Don't get mad when we been up the block
We straight and we can't be stop
We got the bitches on lock
If you hatin' and you boundin' it, get popped
Respect the game, cause our moaners on top
The 10-ball
Don't get mad when we been up the block
We straight and we can't be stopped
We got the bitches on lock
If you hatin' and you boundin' it, get popped
We straight and we can't be stopped

Respect the game cause I'm ballers on top.
Don't get mad when we beat up the block.
We straight and we can't be stopped.
Got the bitches on lock.
If you hatin' then you bound to get popped.
Respect the game cause I'm ballers on top.