(feat. Crunchy Blac) [Chorus x8: Crunchy Blac] Ain't no n***a gonna play wit me [Verse 1: La Chat] I got anna with you souls Strapped up with the 44 Use to kick it with this b**h but now I'm buckin at this hoe Never was a friend of me Labeled as a enemy I can't go I know you know its on when we hit them streets La chat ain't no f**in hoe thats somethin that I'm funna show All you broads and b**hes cuz goddamn I just can't take no more Show up at ya????? smack ya mammy with the tone Teach you when you play with me you gone b**h its gone be on I got plans for me and you so what the f** you gonna do ????? your nuts then your f**ed I bet I make the news Tired of all you sissy b**hes finna go up on a mission k** up all these hatin motherf**ers and these n***as dissin Never would you ever see La chat ballin off some weed Got me f**ed up I can't go I'm buckin n***as constantly Know when b**hes test my pimpin thats when b**hes end up missin Know they told you about my k**in so your weak a** should of listened [Repeat chorus] [Verse 2: Crunchy Blac] Me and my dog we ridin low And my dog picked anotha dog and guess what joe They was doin a drug deal in the mist of my face And you know me n***a I had to get a taste I ain't with catchin cases I'm with makin paper And all you other n***as out here catchin vapors Imma tape up ya body and put ya in the trunk And ride around wit yo a** listenin to some bump And then I'm gonna goto your crib and kick in the door Lay you on the floor and ask ya where the money bro I ain't a hoe I thought you knew that joe And everybody else I'm lettin here the gunsmoke Ashes to ashes Dust to dust b**h Some of my n***as that Some of my n***as this Some of my n***as tote gats and they let em bliss Some of my n***as tote bats and they beat ya b**h [Repeat chorus]