[Verse 1 : Joey Fatts]
My momma always told me n***as not ya' homies
So I do my dirt by my lonely, cause court turn gangsters holy
Strapped up with this 40, from long range I'm like Kobe
n***as know about Joey
f** that talkin', boy, show me
Even though I'm gettin' paid, I'm stuck in my ways
Front and get sprayed
Still post in the hood, same n***a from back in the day
My n***as don't play, so don't get f**ed up
You know Thump got the pump tucked
Hit your block like what's up
Spendin' money on shells, give a f** about jail
You can get 'em for free if you f** with us
Leavin' stains on that pavement
Then it's back to the block, choppin' that rock
n***as feelin' like cavemen
Lay low at the Days Inn
My b**h name go on that room
Cause my block hotter than June
Gettin' high like Cudi, I'm the man on the Moon
Stay with my tool, cause if you snooze, you lose
And my n***as winnin'
Catch your a** slippin'
Late night bust a mission
Pray to God, everyday we sinnin' (everyday we sinnin')
But I don't give a f**
A young n***a probably could've been a senator
Instead I'm standin' on your block with a toolie tucked
Spot a 'op, like Pac, I'mma hit 'em up
[Hook: Joey Fatts & (?)]
Do you wanna ride
In the backseat of my Chevy
It's 'bout to be a homicide
Gettin' high while we drive
n***as do or die
See a 'op, grab the Glock
Let these hollows fly
(Repeat Hook)
[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
My momma always told me n***as not ya' homies
But you was my brother
sh**, we did everything for each other
But I guess you not built for this
Gang-bangin', no censorship
n***a, you a b**h
Got me clippin' with extended clips
Cause you backpackin' when you rain yo lips
You should of stuck to the f**in' script
But you had to tell, yeah
Now you on papers and the homie got twelve years
Give a f** about hell, yeah
We ain't got sh** cause it's already hell here
So I'mma do what I gotta do to let n***as know
We don't f** with these kinda moves
Knock on his door with the four, n***a play it cool
Soon as a n***a open up, I'mma body him I promise you
I gave n***as my loyalty, and n***as snitched
I don't f** with that
So I'mma let these shells hit his head
Turn Wizards hat back to a Bullets cap
Show n***as not to f** with Fatts
And snitchin', n***as don't condone
And n***a, I keep my strap everywhere I go like a mobile phone
Fire shots at your dome, guy followed him home
Two more just to settle the score
If his a** end up livin', we gon' give him some more
Cause when you gang-bang, you know what you sign up for
It's just the code of the streets
Stay low, roll with your heat
Don't talk to police
Cop guns, dog, don't cop pleas
Till you die, ride on your enemies
[Hook: Joey Fatts & (?)]
Do you wanna ride
In the backseat of my Chevy
It's 'bout to be a homicide
Gettin' high while we drive
n***as do or die
See a 'op, grab the Glock
Let these hollows fly
(Repeat Hook)