[Produced By Luca Vialli]
[Intro]
I don't know what the f** these p**y a** n***as talking 'bout
As soon as I got that muthaf**ing check, I went and bought me 20 guns
n***a I don't bullsh**....
I'm not worried bout a muthaf**a, not worried bout a soul
If a n***a lookin' for me, he know how to find me
I'm riding... I'm riding around North 10th
I just want to make sure I go out like Tony
I want to go out like Tony Montana
Look...
[Verse 1]
They calling me Bibby Gambino
Trap out the corner like Nino (Trap out the corner)
These rappers be stealing the lingo (For forty I'll get you a kilo)
I heard that you work with the people
I don't want to meet you my verses are lethal
I'm riding with birds in the regal that eagle
You gon' need a hearse when I see you
Like Trae tha Truth, b**h I'mma a**hole
All you f** n***as Donnie Brasco
I get mad tho, drop the cash flow
Let the Mac go, keep 'em masked tho
And most of these n***as is phony
They p**y I call 'em jabroni
My lil baby choppa is on me, I pray that I go out like I'm Tony
I pray that I end up like I'm Diddy
Young n***a got keys to the city
Riding around town with the fifty
Ready to die b**h I'm Biggie
'Bout to go cop me a Bentley, hollow tips all up in the semi
Ay who that is riding in that new Benz right there
It's that f** n***a Bibby
That be the f** n***as hatin'
Hate to see young n***as make it
Them games my n***as don't play it
Threaten my life Imma spray it
Going for the home run f** a base hit
Where the cash at, I'm young and impatient
n***as hate I'mma stunt in they faces
Run the check up and throw it to they faces
And we use to stash some guns in the basement
Young n***a sell jugs out the vacant
Lil Chris in the cut, he gon' blaze 'em
p**y n***a try to run we gon' chase him
Dope spot had the whole east baking
Free G Gill out the feds he face it
25 years cause the police racist
For bucks who up you know he'll take it
No limit a** n***a, and I'm grinding
Young n***a got the city all behind me
All these rappin' a** n***as try'na sign me
In the hood with the k**ers where you'll find me
I am not a rapper, I am just a trapper
You are just an actor, you are not a factor
If a b**h try'na set me up I'mma wack her
Pop wasn't around, I'm a young fresh ba*tard (Aye)
[Outro]
Hurry up and k** me, f** you n***a...
Na-na-nah, "Hurry Up And k** Me" is an album
"Hurry Up And k** Me" is an album
Aye...
Aye...
Aye, Aye