Ayy, bitch

Outwest 290 Shit nigga

You know how im rocking niggaGet yo guns up, get yo funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

No hooks, ayy

4CH Solid Gang, catch a body gang

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I dropped out of school, started selling dog food

Kept the biggest pistol even though I was a small dude

I′ll get your block hot, 50 shots out this AK

You diss on my name, you get smoked on the same day

We do a hit, we hit your block the same way

You niggas broke, tell me how y'all wanna gang bang

Ridin′ 'round with two baby ninas, I feel like Max Payne

Serving Caine, baby, I'm trapping, I′m selling everything

I gotta watch my back, I know these niggas out to get me

So I bought a Mac, you better know I got it with me

Bag on ya head, on ya head it′s a meal ticket

Stuntin' on these niggas they don′t like it gotta deal with it

He pillow talked the bitch, you know she still let me hit it

Pistol to the party, security let me in with it

I pop lock the Glock, bitch, I'm Huey with this F&N

I cruise up the block while I′m listening to "Many Men"

If you a opp, we gon' put this hot shit on you

I got thirty shots, make me put this mop stick on you

Laser beam, make you think chicken pox was on you

You get robbed, now we going in them pockets on you

He a plug but he snitching, he put sockets on you

I love fucking thick bitches, I fuck skinny bitches too

Love riding 26′s, ride 24's too, homicide would you take a life?

Would you really shoot?

You on some tough shit, we on some young shit

Let us through, 100 niggas jump you, that's 200 feet stomping you

Treat a nigga like he Ricky, make me put this pump to you

Went from recording out the closet room and using Fruity Loops

Me and Kid Wonder Bishop always had the juice

Let this TEC loose all over your head like mousse

I got my Colt .45 catch you on some drunk shit

I collect checks from these hoes on my Don Juan Shit

Got that check, fucked it off like it really wasn′t shit

A lot of niggas run they mouth, they don′t really run shit

You ain't did what I did, bitch, you never done shit

I′m smoking goat piss that shit that have me high in one hit

You wanna rap beef, and tell fairy tales about me

Real street nigga, I got all the killers round me

Fake ass nigga, how could you be real around me

And if I'm hungry, bitch, you better not eat a meal around me

Hard shells hit your Soft Shells, now you ground beef

Flipping work, it do cartwheels when its round me

She can′t swim, she gon' fuck around and drown ′round me

I'm the center niggas can't get a rebound round me

A lot of pussy niggas tryna′ smile when I come around

But they smiles turn upside down when I′m not around

Cruising tough behind the tints loaded pistol in my reach

Better hustle like your broke if you don't, you a leech

Put some muscle in your grind, down the line you′ll see

I was young, always kept a beeper on the side of me

Leaving school every second, just to go and serve a P

I had good grades, 'cause I used to sell my teacher weed

Put my Dre Beats on, then I hit the studio

Spitting straight dope I put fentanyl on the flow

Baby, I′m a pimp, I brake out the laws on a hoe

Fuck her once then get ghost go AWOL on a hoe

Heavy traffic, so I put some Berkeley bars on the door

.22 Glock loaded up with twenty-two shots for this knot

Bitch, I scrapped up every angle in the pot

All these rap niggas actors always claiming shit they not

Picked my boogers so my bankroll covered up with snot

She ain't love me, but she love me now since I′m getting guap

Since I'm getting funds hoes say zi'm acting funny now

All my niggas rob, boy, you better not pull your money out

Reached in and hat them thought I was gon′ pull the bunny out

It′s a hot car, only drive it when its sunny out

They was laughing at me, I don't think they think its funny now

Black and yellow bumble bee, I parked it at my honey house

Bitch, I′m from Chicago, I be all across the country now

Sleeping on a pallet remember when I lived in granny house

I had ambition and tuition to make it out

It was rough for me, other rappers took the safer route

Being hardheaded made really me wanna listen now

Thinking 'bout the shit I could′ve had but I was missing out

Old heads lay some knowledge on you, if you hear it out

Say the game should be sold, but to me they give it out

Call my plug for the birds, he gon' bring the pigeons out

Used to have a girlfriend, I fuck plenty women now

I′m not a minute man, I won't give a ho a minute now

At my trap house, dope fiends running in and out