Let's play a game called stakeout, why this nigga make out, seal the escape route, exit
is up underneath the safe house, knock on the door, somebody order takeout free, don't
nobody move until we clear this place out, give me the money can, hoe, don't make me
blast, hoe, honeydash for the dojo, assholes and elbows, block, gunshots made her bleed
through a road, homie still scared as hell, try to reach for his clothes, boom, soaps
in the door, nitty-gag the bitch on the floor, you know what we came here for, take me to
the secret room full of dope, where the wall kick out, enough gay in the place, don't
make a large brick out, enough for pates in the safe to make a life and get out, yeah,
you can get something for nothing, all you need, is the right team, a tight scheme, and
a nice dream, I got seven soldiers, seven guns, twenty-one clips and fifty-one shells
for each gun, now how you wanna hit a gut pick, dick in the booty ass nigga, I'm a game
spitter, Cadillac pack, big booty hoe with a lame ass nigga, Stokes is a good nigga,
go get her, in the game way lurkin', I got the dope things workin', two up a jab, I
keep them all day servin', with me in the cut, makin' sure everything's workin', report
to your man, every time you get a grand, then pop another bundle and push it off again,
you know how the game goes, when you out of getting dough, if you got another way, *,
let a nigga know, lift the stone, that's how I go out here on the motherfuckin' real,
you know what I'm sayin', you gotta get that, hey, leave the way you can get it, some,
but not for nothing nigga, I'm takin' other people's money, yeah, this is for my motherfuckin'
niggin' Todd need it, what is it that nigga, Bundtella, nothing but real killers, on ninety- Rein
from the Walla, hella, Sprilla, that's a nigga got a made, but I'm watchin' for the laws,
so I will not catch a case, put that case to your face, if you think I'm bullshittin',
I heard you out there pickin', I get stuck up for your chickens, kickin' to run low,
wavin' to fo-fo, put the keys in the drawer, turtle banks and if he's still,
You tell her, and you know, look, you ballers don't play that
You and Devin walkin' and I put that on my hood rack
Fake-ass nigga don't wanna see me, I told you
Gangstas got love, you know the man of the K-Town
Gangstas got love for that nigga, yeah
And that's how that * go down
You motherfuckin' hoe-ass cowards
You better catch up with your boys, the mid-crowd
And leave these real motherfuckin' niggas alone
Yo, Miss Kane, up that thing on their ass, girl
Eat Kane, I'm a hustler for that cream
Nigga got a deep team, sure to leave a murder scene
Nigga triple beans, prime rings, we got mafia ties
Back and forth, O.T. flippin' in pies
We tippin' the rise, make somethin' out of nothin'
Nigga went from baggin' up to flippin', ace now
Fluttin' niggas, that's cold stuntin'
Move like Tim Duncan, guns for y'all niggas
Make you ooze from the twin Russians
I'm bustin' my Mrs. Crew, say they hittin' somethin'
Take somethin', sell it back, let's get this *
Pay for youngin', it's pimpin' youngin'
I'm never slippin', youngin' never broke
Steady flippin', makin' somethin' out of nothin', yeah
You can't get somethin' from nothin'
On the web, no, no, no, no
Where the hell y'all at?
Where the hell y'all at?