[Hook - 2x]
Motherf**er, do you know me
Screaming my name up in vein, well n***a show me
I'm blowing out brains, I'm the same n***a you owe me
I'm bringing the pain they sh** change, do you know me do you know me
[C-Note]
I'm that same young n***a, beating down your block
I'm that same young n***a, running up in your spot
I'm that same young n***a, slanging ki's and rocks
I'm the same motherf**er, that be ducking from the cops
b**hes in the beauty shop, screaming we f**
But the only way we f**, if I get my dick s**ed
Playgirl I ain't coming down, hard in you boo
But some of these n***as, is b**hes too
I seen him last week, with his fake Versacci
Lying to these hoes, saying he down with Botany
He said he booked shows, for that Puff and that Mase
And then he wrote the hit song, "Diamonds Up N' Yo Face"
Word on the street, is that I owed him money
And I ain't never even seen him, now ain't that funny
Spreading rumors, that the diamonds in my mouth was fake
That I ain't never freestyled, on a Screwed Up tape
When I catch you in the streets, I won't be squashing the beef
I'll be trying to be putting slugs, all up in your teeth
One shot with a Glock, take him off his feet
Playboy, I'ma put that on my Clover leaf
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Mello]
Empty wagons, make a bunch of noise
Off balance a** n***as, d** stoked y'all boys
Be bumping that sh**, real G's make moves
We X hoes out the game, and make a get away smooth
Applied hits hit hicks, knocking dents in your click
Stick dick to your b**h, and she won't say sh**
You hoe a** n***as don't know, Big Mello or C-Note
Cause fool we connected, you's a stain with toast
Turning foes to ghosts, sipping fo's on the low
Late night frank those, f**ing hoes fa sho
Shutting do's on lows, that'll pose the stilo
Southside collabo, from the P to the Clov'
Steady moving them thangs, you shooting shots on the plane
When the work touch down, putting Jane to the brain
f** all y'all n***as, that wrote your sh**
Ol' broke a** n***as, can't see our click motherf**ers
[Hook - 2x]
[Vickta Black]
You don't know me
Why you keep talking that sh**, talking that sh**
It's Vickta Black, motherf**er
And it's, no other
Yeah, true a** brother
Slab, motherf**er
Rolling fly, getting high
Super fly, type of guy
Me and C-Note, just bleeding the block
Who that talking bout, we can't be stopped
Third Coast ballers, true shot callers
Breaking off, you no cla** ballers
Hard to tip, the motherf**ing bomb
Yeah nig', we got it going on
Now who that talking bout, stealing my throne
You can't stop us, you can't stop us
[Hook - 2x]