See I don't f** wit 'em, with them f** n***as Might just cut the beak off of a duck n***a Heard he was talkin down, well wa**up wit'cha? Man he gone off that brown, must be tough liquor Now I done popped me a molly, now I'm life of the party n***as hate from a distance, but in my face they be silent Keep that sh** to a minimum, don't want to catch me a body Keep a blunt on my lips, keep my fire right beside me My clique rollin behind me, never thinkin bout switchin A whole clique of young n***as, they'll send them k**as to get'cha In my hood like a transmission, don't think that I'm slippin Keep some throw-away pistols, them trigger fingers be itchin You's a f** boy, and I don't f** wit'cha Talkin f** sh**, you better duck b**h I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin You see a real n***a, ain't no mirage b**h You's a f** boy, and I don't f** wit'cha Talkin f** sh**, you better duck b**h I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin You see a real n***a, ain't no mirage b**h See I'm a real dude, and I don't f** wit'chu b**h n***as Run they mouth just like some hoes, must be the b**h in 'em b**h n***as be the main ones turn to snitch n***as Switch up on ya like some muhf**a with some switch in 'em But it don't matter, I just stick to the script Keep it G with my dogs, keep that fire on my hip f** n***as, be ready to catch a real n***a slip Keep my Gucci shoes laced, you'll catch a whole clip Put some racks on his head to make a f** n***a dip I'll take my tax off that bread and blow it all in a fit Your b**h done opened them legs but all I want is her lips And all I do is get money to make a f** n***a sick You's a f** boy, and I don't f** wit'cha Talkin f** sh**, you better duck b**h I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin You see a real n***a, ain't no mirage b**h You's a f** boy, and I don't f** wit'cha Talkin f** sh**, you better duck b**h I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin You see a real n***a, ain't no mirage b**h