作词 : Juaquin Malphurs

作曲 : Juaquin Malphurs

** with your hurt, I keep that tool on my hip

And this is business, some flight

My youngest ever to step

Yelling flocka, my niggas don’t living at no runna bella

Your niggas, our niggas shouting it’s whatever

Erase that shame, a hundred rounds

They don’t need no mother **ing aim

He come here, with me he explain

Turn you in and talking punches in slow lane

It’s, it’s like a fame nigga, flocka

Pain, you mother **ing ratchers nigga

Aim, you mother **ing ratchers nigga

Can’ t come in and hang with the bell watchers

Flame, this is not a game

Then you get a caskett nigga

You **, what you hurt

I could get you thirtytwo rest for a bird

I could get you twenty three hundred for a bird

Nigga

So you better watch your words

** around with those ** niggas

Money and all in that truck nigga

Am cashing out for them *** nigga

And I really don’t give a ** nigga

When am full of crowns and I’m **ing hoes

Get, get money and scoping out hoes

Think shit’s funny, it’s been wise

Get these homies in the city streets

It’s like ** the **ing haters, niggas new stripe

***es on my lap, naggas klnow I clap it

And I want shoes on,

You wanna strap me

Nigga would and they’re twelve feet

Cause I kill them and that all for the year

Get in commas, tug, tug down

Strapped up, no seat belts

In the ATM, niggas try

I swear to God, they gonna need help

And am getting money, doing me, try me, sue me

I don’t give a **, let’s prove it

A single priority, move it nigga