Grah, niggas got me on that *** man, bout to get real disrespectful on this one, *** huncho, *** naughty, *** all them dead niggas, *** Ray G's, go get back nigga, *** Rod, *** Lottie, all them niggas man, Grah, Grah, C-Blo If you know that it's lit while I lock in the streets, you ain't learn from your man, you gon' end up deceased, why you wearin' his name, you ain't puttin' no rep, he for who, they ain't spinnin', just made him a trap, His daddy rappin' bout *** they ain't never gon' do, walk out left at the train, know the way he got sat down, and they still ain't gon' get up, and ooh, yellow tape on they block, tell that boy pick his face up, And I know they wish that he ain't finish that tape up, but enough with them kids, Go tell him stop rappin', cop it, get the guns clappin', then you can say how you live, And I did a light beard and a couple cribs, then he went out, where y'all at? Now I'm back in the times of a great idea, when these rap niggas come and try to test me, Back out, now the scene gettin' messy, hit him three times, I ain't trippin', no messy, And them niggas went funny in Mary's, how does your best bitch *** look scary? Niggas rap forever, never pop, or your mans die, go and flock, Get up live, hold the C-Blue cock, get some money, nigga, and don't stop, Grrrah, get some ***in' money, I'm tired of y'all niggas always on my ***in' dick, you heard? I ain't gon' lie, like, it's not a ***, not a subliminal, and niggas just need to get the *** off C-Blue dick, If you know that it's lit, why lock in the streets? You ain't learn from your mans, you gon' end up deceased, Why you wearin' his name? You ain't puttin' no rep, He for who? They ain't spinnin', just made him a trap, Daddy rappin' bout *** they ain't never gon' do, Work out left at the train, know the way he got sat down, And they still ain't gon' get up, and ooh, yellow tape on they block, tell that boy, pick his face up, Go ***in' spin, grrrah