[Hook]
We ain't stop for sh**, keep that sh** coming
Gotta get this cash, no couple hundreds
Haters make me sick, sick to my stomach
I ain't supposed to be here, n***as In London
[Verse 1]
Crackas driving by I tell my n***a servin' hold up
Turn our heads from the crackas just because they know us
We ain't trippin', straight dro' in the car, roll up
Call for people, find some lean, then we holla' po' up
V-neck, camo shorts is how a n***a f**ing step out
Free my n***as, know I gotta say until they get out
And I ain't stop for sh**, 'till I cop a f**ing penthouse
She s** me up and I record her, show her what a pimp 'bout
Ever since I beat my case man I been winning, grinning
Straight from the beginning
If you knew me from the streets then you'll know I'm 'bout my business
Guinness Book, put me in it
I ain't trippin', f** the sentence
Red cup, f**ing lyfe is how we live it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Young a** n***a from the Myrna
Crackas downtown tried to give me thirty
But I guess that's just how it goes when you got a snake all in your circle
Tryna' ban me for some sh**, that a n***a didn't even know about
And had nothing to do with, cause I know n***as run they mouth
We was servin' hard, where your pack at
You was stealing cars, where your stacks at
We was on thirty where you trapped at
Same streets, check the stats at
Can't straighten it out, no ?
Big Krizzle, Bubba Kush, no Air Max
Mixtape in rotation, so you can tell 'em this, and tell 'em that
Trill sh**, n***as slippin'
Wet floor signs and banana peels
And where I'm from n***as got birds
Like a ? , no ?
I make her strip
I'm talking draws, bras, and the heels
When I blow I might get a crib
Until then I'm in the field, like
[Hook]