[Produced by Nard&B]
[Intro]
You know how we rocking, ya' heard
[Verse 1]
Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadilac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn't to it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't do it but the way we established
Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family
The way a n***a look 'round here, they a backstab you
Word from your motherf**ing brother, young n***a
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like an known grim reaper
Bout to get straight finnesed, trynna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four desert n***a
[Hook]
Nothing but a bad little b**h in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I see ya crew still laying reppin’ thru the West side (Go-Go)
Legs to the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthday
Tell them young n***as grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gonl shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this sh** on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this sh** on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out n***a, no wonder
n***as getting crossed out n***a, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, n***as won't say nothing
True to these clips, n***as won't say nothing
[Verse 2]
Had the parkay jumping out the Pyrex
High definition gla** on my pinky finger
n***as swimming in the water, no powder
n***as trying to walk with my shadow
The bird on the bezel, I’m a well known rapper
Told a young n***a Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young n***a Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the frontstreet where mama said: "Don't go"
We went there
Trap house at bomb with that crack, then we went there
Shawty don't f** with these fo' seeds
n***as be telling these days, be telling these days
[Hook]
Nothing but a bad little b**h in some red bottoms
Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em
I see ya crew still laying reppin’ thru the West side (Go-Go)
Legs to the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthday
Tell them young n***as grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gonl shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this sh** on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this sh** on the news or something
Man down over yonder
Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out n***a, no wonder
n***as getting crossed out n***a, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, n***as won't say nothing
True to these clips, n***as won't say nothing
[Guitar outro]