Bitch we on yo ass do the dash And leave em gassed out We could double back and tell those pussy boys to play round We could throw them hands now better hold your mans down Remember i was class clown now I'm getting bands now Back to back we beat em up why you keep your heater tuck Just in case yo show Is up We air it out you better duck I got niggas posted in the back And they don't give a **** I got niggas aiming at your guts Give you tummy tuck nigga what it is Im tryna see whats good with kid Ima could pock his ****ing wallet Ima go and cop a Benz Ima paper chasing nigga you can see it when I grin Why you acting like a bitch cause I was laid up with your friend Oh he ain't know that she a hoe Drop her back up at your door Said her baby daddy calling Tell that bitch to say no more I got niggas ****ing calling Asking me to bring the dope All I got is money, bricks And I don't wear designer clothes Extended mag with ruler clips I had to cop like four of those He was talking all that shit But on a mission he gone fold Talking gangster in this bitch We leave you with a bloody nose Used to mask up and hit licks While posted in the scutty zone Bitch we on yo ass do the dash And leave em gassed out We could double back And tell those pussy boys to play round We could throw them hands now better hold your mans down Remember i was class clown Now I'm getting bands now Back to back we beat em up Why you keep your heater tuck Just in case yo show Is up We air it out you better duck I got niggas posted in the back And they don't give a **** I got niggas aiming at your guts Give you tummy tuck Better tell em tighten up Nigga I ain't even playin People gonna envy cause all the money I been making I ain't leave no evidence So its really not no tracing Yeah you listen to my song But you ain't hearing what I'm saying Got the choppa all wood Big clips all good So you better not play Nigga is that understood 3.5 big wood you know I could Now we getting to the bags Tryna make it out the hood yeah Roof go down like we looking in the sky Hanging out the whip Like we tryna do a drive by Nigga disrespect me Ima bring out all the guys Go mile for them niggas Cause I know that they gone ride They like No Pwess boy you green What you mean tho For a second thought they was talking bout my pockets But that ain't what they doing All that shit they just talk it Got a turbo in this whip So call this bitch the rocket And I got another one And I keep it in my pocket Niggas posting old pictures Like I ain't already cropped it V8 so fast even the cops ain't gonna stop it Thought I couldn't do it again so I had to go and top it like.. Bitch we on yo ass do the dash And leave em gassed out We could double back And tell those pussy boys to play round We could throw them hands now better hold your mans down Remember i was class clown Now I'm getting bands now Back to back we beat em up why you keep your heater tuck Just in case your show Is up We air it out you better duck I got niggas posted in the back And they don't give a **** I got niggas aiming at your guts Give you tummy tuck Uh uh Give you a tummy tuck Uh uh Give you a tummy tuck I got niggas posted in the back And they don't give a **** Uh, uh Give you a tummy tuck