Chorus x2: gotta bunch of homies, gotta bunch of fools All them b**hes saying that they rockin' cool Practice on the line i ain't got no spring Imma be all icy let it bling bling Verse 1 When the homies bring it up I roll it Hit me up, when you getting bling and sh** Camera's shining, b**hes grinding Finding out that all these b**hes lyin Run up on me, you get layed out Yeah we pourin up, you just boyscout I an't bout the shootin but we pack it up All you fakies bout to get lined up Livin at the top, its just us now Saying that im down you got a big frown Next time i see your name you name'll will be a gravestone Then ill ride away with youre b**h call me l'a capone Chorus Verse 2 I already told you youre a dead man Not a man but a boy just the wrong plan I dont have to them hoes my raps chime Said it to them bout a couple hundred times Homies actin like they know the life I told you once i'd love to even see you try Go run of to school, got some sh** to learn Go read about the boy who turned into a man Ridin in the foreign now im pourin All my b**hes saying that you boring Snacking on the rits, yeah i got the cheese Got this money to count hoe, please leave Chorus