(Verse 1)
Pull up, ye my whip look like a turtle neck
And if you ain’t heard of us, where the murder at
All eyes on me I think I’m 2Pac
2K’s but I’m told me a 40 glock
Er’thing purple I mean er’thing
From the drink in my cup to the mary jane
I got a 30 on this 40 better bag bag
Or get your head crack like a bad bag
It’s D Lo and my mama ain’t no n***a hoe
My n***as catch murders f** a man slaughter
I’m Dick Rose, I won’t miss a shot
I’m at the 3 throw line with this 40 glock
Rondo, I keep a 9 on me
Just to catch a p**y n***a try to slide on me
You ride for that b**h, but you won’t ride for a n***as
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You’s a B I T C H n***a
(Hook)
Ok n***a stay in your lane
For that gas got in your brain
Click clack bang bang
Never leave the house without my thing
Take your b**h and your chain
My n***a you’s a B I T C H
My n***a you’s a B I T C H
My n***a you’s a B I T C H
My n***a you’s a b*tch!
(Verse 2)
Ok, n***a stay in your lane , stop saying my name
Tryin’ to act like you a cat, you ain’t got nothing lost
But this 9 will make you stay in your grave
You should be ashamed, young n***a baller
Your b**h keep it calling
You should be ashamed, young n***a flossing
And you ain’t got sh**
You should be ashamed, ’cause I’m poppin
Walking more, till my n***as go cop some
Ride rhymers through the hood
And tell my homies go pop some
We gon’ pull up, we gon’ hop out
And do your sh** n***a, you better drop some
(Hook)
Ok n***a stay in your lane
For that gas got in your brain
Click clack bang bang
Never leave the house without my thing
Take your b**h and your chain
My n***a you’s a B I T C H
My n***a you’s a B I T C H
My n***a you’s a B I T C H
My n***a you’s a b*tch!