[Hook]
Get em up! Get em up! Get em up!
[Verse 1]
I f** your b**h she fall in love
I get a word up to my n***a
They gon' come and stick you up
Money on my mind
If it ain't money, it ain't nothing
n******gs pillow talking with those b**hes
But she get no luck
Seven grams in my blood, we ride around
We deep as f**
I be trying to chill, but my young n***as light you up
All this money in my pocket, hit it clever, throw it up
Yeah, I'm probably with some cali n***a
They gon' throw it up!
West filling, n***a, west really my side
n******gs switch side, they don't really wanna ride
I be really in that b**h, 20 n***as on my side
Really in this b**h, two other n******gs yelling mine
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
All the B's and G's on me
And I brought warlords, n**rs k** for me
2000 shooters in the A, n***as steal for me
Can't do wrong sh**, hood holds love
I'm the top, as soon as they see ya stolen from me
I'mma shoot the teeth off your face, sh**, it ain't nothing
b**h, boy, I'mma pound with your wheat, boy
No, I'mma shooter, right now I aim at your neck, boy
Give my strength back, Gimme my chain back
Take that fat roller back
They call him big daddy, cause he the b**h in the house
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Cut you n***a [?]
[Hook]