4SHO MAGAZINE - Show Yoself lyrics

[Verse: Baby Para] f** wrong wtcha boiiiiiiiiii Dog was talking crazy told him pull up on me He heard them things pop got the skirt on me Now he tell the feds how we get money How you a big dog but you piss like a puppy We took your Jesus piece but we ain't sell that sh** They through that double 007 on some petty sh** Now I'm looking for you on some semi sh** Finna slide down in your little block and have your Chevy lit b**h I'm a dog This sh** right here is real life p**y had a fake chain but claim he got real life Little dog didn't want to stay around so he talked to the cops How you feel your not even iced own watch We some money getters b**h we live by the code You know that we will k** your momma so that's why you told When I catch that a** in traffic I'm a do you bold We don't give a f** about the cops and that's word to big bro [Verse: Rocaine] Its a hot day I'm a drop the top Bring my money then you my teacher n***a Yeah I dropped out b**h I'm on the mothaf**ing block With the f**ing chop With a couple thots That's cup by the ops 1017 glo gang p**y n***a show my finger use the other hand to bang ya Aye Dogout smoking pounds Flex smoking mud Think I'm a shooter how jug jug jug Where the f** is your bands at? I don't wanna play n***a you don't know when to go be yo last day I don't wanna be your friend what don't you understand I'm too muthaf**ing focused on the muthaf**ing M's I just got a check so i bough a mac Other in the mattress I'll teach you how to stack Why you acting hard n***a I know the real you If you bring your girl with you better hope she ain't cute Cause she rolling with the dopeman bout to knock your boots Still doing shows, n***a learn how to shoot This ain't a diss song, n***a it's the truth I'm in ATL doing B's out the coupe I'm a 4 4 soldia, Got the c**a-cola Have my n***a pop ya, Like a muthaf**a toasta Don't say I told ya I'm done talking witcha Ganstas move quietly Rocaine ya crazy b**h yeah I might be [Verse 2: Baby Para] I don't cop pleas dawg, It just not in my blood Have them little G's come and wack you like a pint of mud If the walls could talk, They tell you k** yoself You lack confidence, So that's why you never showed yoself You a p**y and you know it, You scared and you show it Them statements that you writing lil dawg you a poet Dawg you a p**y, I'm a show out when I show up It's envy in they blood cause they know I'm next to blow up I'm a real G. I know who I wanna be You a fake p**y, You ain't sh** but a wanna be I don't know how to act, Dawg so I rap So when I rap, I don't act You don't scrap, You just rat So speaking on my muthaf**ing daddy name is wack Cause you use to call him and back your sh** back And he laughed at