A.B. - Enterlude lyrics

n***a This just gonna be like a little interlude track Like something just off I might put this on the end of a song or something I don't care Look Ridin' around like it's not (Better stay protected like God son) Smokin' like I ain't got lungs (NWA it might pop some) Don't act out if you ain't got one (My n***as eatin' like potlucks) Roll up or get rolled up (Better keep a shooter like Stockton) sh**, y'all don't get the point tho I was ballin' back when n***as started crumpin' Now we got it jumpin' Lady Gaga money Man you n***as bummy can't get nothing from me Homies call me Double Two guns that's double trouble That was cliché Don't participate what he/she say Cause I know the game no EA They gon' replay this everytime Watch every dime, they know every line Sniffing every line [?] You don't understand n***a nevermind I got hella time, I'ma go in Back on my sh** She back on my dick I just miss her tho You hoe feelin' my like a physical I'm only in love with her physical This is a funeral k**in' every rapper movin' Until I'm just here by myself You look like a champion losin' his belt This is the realest sh** you ever felt Got n***as like "Waao man I ain't even know Who he sign to? And where he get his flow?" Man back when you was gettin' free lunch I already had my feet up All my n***as finna eat up Tell 'em other n***as keep up