You?
You a shoulda' coulda'
On my momma I'm on
[Verse 1: RJ]
I wish a motherf**er would try to try me
Roman numeral number 4, get an IV
Jane Doe, John Doe no I.D
High speed through the I.E. with a 9 piece
Swap meets, spot me, n***a bop bleed
Boom bop, when I squab, different Glock's squeeze
She can be bowling', f**ing knock me
You can give her your bread, n***a not me
On mother, f** her no lover
f** her young mother, when I come, burn rubber
Got her on the upper, yeah she down, no cover
Stepping on the sofa and her supper
Yo, just say it's just struggle
Bottles be coming, I spot a club
And the b**hes you kissing in public
Freak out on popping their stomach
L.A. Cubic Zirconia's
Ask them n***as who know me
I'll beat the sh** out of you and your homies
On motherf**in' chuck
[Hook: RJ]
You a shoulda' coulda' woulda' a** n***a
I'm a wish a n***a would on the hood a** n***a
You a shoulda' coulda' woulda' a** n***a
I'm a wish a n***a would on the hood a** n***a
(I wish you would)
I put that on me, on mom's
Put that on the set
On God
You don't really want these problems
Put that me and on God
[Verse 2: Kay Ess]
This a real n***a talkin'
Imma' tell you like this
Tats on my face stand for some real hood sh**
Yeah,So don't start with me
'Cuz like Backstreet, I'll make it pop today
'Cuz I ain't playin' with you shoulda' coulda' woulda' a** n***as
Pick or choose but I wish you would a** n***as
Straight custard, never in the hood n***a
Your name all in paper, all crooked a** n***a
I'm a neighborhood n***a and I honor that
So I grew my hair long and got a hunnid tats
They say the streets have blown a k**a' inside a CVS
'Cuz n***as fake cheese like a thousand counterfeits
And it's on my momma
f** around with me, you gone meet my llama
Got a little crease but the b**hes ain't smelling
You front on me and Imma' put a shell in you
I'm telling you!
[Hook]