Get you popped, and I swear to God
Don't tell no lies to my God
But I lie to "your honor"
They ain't keep it street so
Them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch
Oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie
No Rich Homie and I keep that stick
30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch
I shoot that motherfucker 'til
I can't squeeze, and I got 223s
Shootin' that motherfucker 'til
I'ma squeeze 'til you can't see
Stick just hit off, I just took off
At your soul, nigga, fuck ya
I got your bitch in my spot
And I hit her from the back, no rubber
I'ma feed that baby, bitch nigga
The bitch done fell in love with a robber
Street nigga, yeah, I'm a trapper
Get money, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper
I'm shinin', bling bling, as you can see
Bitch, you can't breathe, let me breathe
Go and sell these penguins,
Kick her off my back, I'm like a dog
I'ma get money, for real, dog
Count up that blue cheese
Thinkin' bout robbin' niggas, that's it
Dog get that boy swiss cheesed
I hit licks, nigga, on me
You cannot rob no robber, nigga
You kidding me? (Pussy nigga)
How the fuck you niggas envy me?
How the fuck you niggas actin' like you
Niggas wanna get rid of me?
Thought we were all friends
Get you popped, and I swear to God
Don't tell no lies to my God
But I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas
They ain't keep it street so
Them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch
Oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie
No Rich Homie and I keep that stick
30 round an d that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch
Settin' up shop, takin' over your block
Call the cops, but this shit won't stop
Damn, I'm kickin' shit, and I'm
Say you want me dead, nigga
You ain't did shit, nigga
Kickin' up my feet, let them folk
Know who run this shit, nigga
East Atlanta, that's my shit, nigga
ATW watchin' me, they say I
Got all these sticks, nigga
Nigga, homicide shit, nigga
Throwin' it up, gang ties
4L got the pyramid, whole block on smash
Get them grass, nigga talk too much
I'm so gangster, I'm an alley boy
popped, and I swear to God
Don't tell no lies to my God
But I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas
They ain't keep it street so
Them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch
Oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie
No Rich Homie and I keep that stick
30 round and that Glickon me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch