Lyrics:

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got hundred thousand worth of belts
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my haters if you play they make you grade A baby
I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinkin'
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it deadication
I put act inside my drink, they call it medication
Hold up, pull up, pour up
Ounce it in a soda
Push up on your bitch and shawty I don't even know her
Seed it, put out, throw up, realest one I ever seen
ATL, call it double XL, cause we stay spendin' shells like a long magazine
Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing
If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing
Beloved dope dealer and a well known king
And a killer pendin' on how you put your spin on things
You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen?
'Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen
You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen?
They like askin' me how much bread I've seen
More than enough, in God we trust
You love a real nigga then fuck with us
But if you got a problem with it then fuck with us
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your bitch ridin' everythin' but the bus
She let me put it everywhere but the butt
I always tell the bitch don't talk so much
She said who and how I'm from
What the fuck, for what?
Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got hundred thousand worth of belts
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my haters if you play they make you grade A baby
I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinkin'
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it deadication
I put act inside my drink, they call it medication
Man that leanin' so bad, I can't even do a push up for a million
(Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
Catch a nigga baby mama
Make her give me nothin' but ceiling (head)
Never had time to wrap and cap
And doubt the trap my ice a lamp
I can't adapt, I'd rather the slap
I read the pop, it's capped in now
His mom is out, his dad, his cat
2004 I was screamin' everythin', Gucci no big cat
And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks
Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
Keep these fuckin' hoes off for you
When you get some new money turn up, uh
You gon' wish you would've or could've
Sit down and get rich like a booker
Might drop the top up off it
If I don't get into the helicopter
Feelin' like I'm on a blue dolphin
Nigga roundin' round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery I gon call her my head doctor
Five more thousands cause she ain't got no head problems
Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin', yeah
They ain't gon' never cheat a nigga
Pop her while I'm in the latest season, nigga
I'm a bag her every time I see her, nigga
Fishing hoes in my hood
Pockets all swollen, no book
Glasses on, she don't know how I look
Since I'm on how the fuck do I look?
You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look
I'm a big old blood over here
Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got hundred thousand worth of belts
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my haters if you play they make you grade A baby
I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinkin'
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it deadication
I put act inside my drink, they call it medication
You ain't ready to pay
You ain't seen the news
Got a team of goons 'bout action
Never started, but I finish it so nasty
Ask 'em, they know 'bout me
I'm so Keyshia with the nine, rock a bye baby
So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby
Let me turn up now
Four shows a week, hundred thousand a piece
We gettin' bread now
Mama don't worry 'bout nothin'
You can kick up your legs now
I ain't lyin', got hitters on top of hitters
(Choppin' niggas)
Got hitters on top of hitters
Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek
I miss you, I miss you nigga
Just tryna live and have a lil fun nigga
Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond nigga
I've got fans that bust yo ass, you talk 'bout Boosie baby
Got off my ass, went got that bag and Boosie made it
Hate that nigga
Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got hundred thousand worth of belts
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my haters if you play they make you grade A baby
I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinkin'
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it deadication
I put act inside my drink, they call it medication