[Intro – Future]
If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
[Hook/Chorus – Juicy J]
I will blast on your a-s
I got riders like a cab
Sending them hitters at your a-s
You gon’ make me drop a bag
You a hoe, you know we know
F--k around and get exposed
Gangster on the internet
In real life you’d like see before
[Verse 1 – Juicy J]
Perpetrate, impersonate
You too soft to catch a fade
I got n----s in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas day
Blow my high, lose my cool
You gon’ make that “in the new”
They can’t find your head ’till ID you, they don’t have a clue
It’s going down on your block, where the bread at?
Catch you sleeping, homie send some shots, where your bed at?
Got your b---h, like what you thinking n---a, where your head at?
Talking all that s--t, you wish you wouldn’t have said that
You a dead man
Fill you up with lead, man
Real n----s, I bring that
They gon’ go to war for me, they gon’ bring your head back “b---h”
And I know where you been, where you stand, man “hoe”
Ain’t no running off of me ’cause I don’t play that match
[Hook/Chorus – Juicy J]
I will blast on your a-s
I got riders like a cab
Sending them hitters at your a-s
You gon’ make me drop a bag
You a hoe, you know we know
F--k around and get exposed
Gangster on the internet
In real life you’d like see before
[Verse 2 – God]
Everybody know your own when you’re stunting
You done f----d with the wrong n---a money
N----s running to your home when they coming
Sending shots that you don’t (?)
Give up on your bruh like we got it on lock
Birdie in the block, run up to your spot
Running in and out, bet you f-----g with the cops
Working with the opps, trying to put me in the box “b---h”
Yeah, I got n----s looking up to me, n---a I’m a star
Yeah, drive get slow but your s--t don’t start
Yeah, n---a ran out but he better not stop “running”
You could put n----s on but you still gon’ plot, yeah
Got a couple n----s still on the block
I could make me a mill’ on the block “mill'”
In the way that I rap them things I could get me a deal on the block
Lotta n----s ain’t real on the block
Lotta n----s get k**ed on the block
Even though they ain’t getting no money them dumba** n----s be still on the block
I cook that steel on the block
[Hook/Chorus – Juicy J]
I will blast on your a-s
I got riders like a cab
Sending them hitters at your a-s
You gon’ make me drop a bag
You a hoe, you know we know
F--k around and get exposed
Gangster on the internet
In real life you’d like see before
[Outro – Juicy J & God]
Play me some paper man
Man, f--k these whole fake a-s hoes on Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook
B-----s showing their t-----s and s--t trying to get n----s attention
All the n---a did, f--k you hoes, man
But let’s get f----d up