{intro}
fu*k it i'm goin' straight that
{young m.a. verse}
So much water on my neck, it's like i'm detoxin
Two drums and two sticks i'm beat boxin (grr, hey)
I wish he would, we gon' treat top him
I just blew out 50 out the safe i had to restock
fu*k a grammy i got the street watching
And for my bro i wear that red until i'm dead
I know that he watching
Left my ex b*tch cause she toxic
Got this new b*tch now we toxic
Can't cap, i'll be toxic
Told 'em pussy ni**as keep watching
Always got the .40 on me with the beam
And plus i keep options
Ready to get it started
Vv's on my chest, now i'm cold hearted
Diamonds go retarded
Living in big houses from apartments, b*tch i made it out
My money and my loyalty, two things i’ll nеver play about
My opposition tryna take me out
And i'm fu*kеd up in the head
And they gon make me bring my brazy out
fu*k what you thought, ain't sh*t to think about
Twenty pack get 'em wacked
Tell my hitter "fu*k it, lay em out"
We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
Look like alcoholics, free my blood murder gang
I hope you beat them charges, i be on that private plane
Champagne when we departed, og and {?}
So much body on this b*tch can't even {?}
Ion never rep my jewerly and if i were b*tch i bought it (faxx)
That's cause i could afford it
I've been fu*king up these rap beefs, so long is getting boring
They like "m.a. how you been?" can't even call
I just handle business, mama been {?}
Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like mackbooks
Them money turn me on, it's just some how that cash look
Bad b*tch she need her ass whopped
She a pretty lil dicky, ay but how that bag look
You look good but if you're broke then that's a bad look
Turn around let me get that lash a look
Get out of here
fu*k outta here
{chorus: spotemgottem}
Bur— bur— burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
Thuggin' in my reeboks, ridin' with a g-shock
Shh, i heard he shot, draco make 'em beat box
Og made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, draco make 'em beat box
{verse 2: spotemgottem}
In miami with my motherfu*kin' heat out
With another ni**a b*tch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, i'm on my big goon sh*t
Ready to get it started, b*tch, i got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't fu*k wit' her no more, that lil' b*tch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time i see them folks
I got the antidote, i'm thinking that's something you need to know
I'm smooth and i'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, i got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' sh*t like jackie chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, i hit my target, i'ma up this b*tch regardless
{chorus: spotemgottem}
Bur— bur— burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss
Th— th— thuggin' in my reeboks, riding with a g-shock
Shh, i heard he shot, draco make 'em beat box
Og made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, draco make 'em beat box