[Intro]
Yeah (x2)
Siya
My sons (x2)
Watch
[?] New York City, then why you gotta say 'yo son' after every sentence?
I'm not your kid
I'm not your child
Why I gotta be your son
Money
B
I call you son cuz you sound like one
[Siya]
Yeah
I do this sh** for my sons
I move a brick with my sons
I hit a lick with my sons
Empty the tip with my sons
I hold it down with my sons
I run the town with my sons
I called the plat for my son
Please do not f** with my son
I'm in the hood with my sons
Up to no good with my sons
You know we got hoes on the way
I pull a jug with my sons
Then we count up the money
f** a n***a acting funny
Come and try to take it from me
Watch how my n***as go dummy
[Chorus x2]
My sons (x3)
Watch how my n***as go dummy
I'm in the streets with my sons
You know where I be with my sons
You don't want beef with my sons
Cuz we got the keys and the guns
[?] in the game
Better tuck in all your chains
Cuz these n***as don't play
And these n***as need chains
You know that my city is with me
You know how these n***as be livin'
You know that we get to the chicken
You know that we really be with it
Four fifth for the shotty
Bad b**hes, no thotties
Dice game in the lobby
Hennessey in my body
[Chorus x2]
My sons (x3)
Watch how my n***as go dummy