[Chorus 8x: Crunchy Blac]
Ain't no n***a gonna play wit me
[Verse 1: La Chat]
I got anna with you souls
Strapped up with the 44
Use to kick it with this b**h but now I'm buckin at this ho
Never was a friend of me
Labeled as a enemy
I can't go I know you know its on when we hit them streets
La chat ain't no f**in ho thats somethin that I'm funna show
All you broads and b**hes cuz goddamn I just can't take no more
Show up at ya ????? smack ya mammy with the tone
Teach you when you play with me you gone b**h its gone be on
I got plans for me and you so what the f** you gonna do
????? your nuts then your f**ed I bet I make the news
Tired of all you sissy b**hes finna go up on a mission
k** up all these hatin motherf**ers and these n***as dissin
Never would you ever see
La chat ballin off some weed
Got me f**ed up I can't go I'm buckin n***as constantly
Know when b**hes test my pimpin thats when b**hes end up missin
Know they told you about my k**in so your weak a** should of listened
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]
Me and my dog we ridin low
And my dog picked anotha dog and guess what joe
They was doin a drug deal in the mist of my face
And you know me n***a I had to get a taste
I ain't with catchin cases
I'm with makin paper
And all you other n***as out here catchin vapors
Imma tape up ya body and put ya in the trunk
And ride around wit yo a** listenin to some bump
And then
I'm gonna goto your crib and kick in the door
Lay you on the floor and ask ya where the money bro
I ain't a ho
I thought you knew that joe
And everybody else I'm lettin here the gunsmoke
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust b**h
Some of my n***as that
Some of my n***as this
Some of my n***as tote gats and they let em bliss
Some of my n***as tote bats and they beat ya b**h
[Repeat Chorus]