Yeah, I said It ft. otm yolla & guwaay Lyrics

What's up with all that undercover pressure I pay the cost to be the boss, this bitch gon

Block her blessin' Lil' bro came home off another bid, don't think

He learned his lesson There's some shit that we can't speak about

But it don't mean he regret it I'm with the gang, she knew my name before

I met her Nigga trap slow and I'm a big dog, you can't afford

To give em extra Upgrade a bitch, I'd make her better

Black berettas, make her wetter She gon' do whatever I tell her

My shooter work well under pressure Got what you need, I can put you on, just

Hit my phone When I get in my mode, R.I.p. Capone

Run off on the plug, that's bad for business Price on his head, half a chicken

Got heavy tatted on my face, Glock on my waist I'm off this cup, I don't need to chase

If you hop in this car, it ain't no stop It'll be a chase, that's the risk you take

When you get in, niggas cap in they raps just to fit in

I know the real, you gotta see the difference Well invested nigga, we independent

Stack it up until that shit hit the ceiling Niggas ain't gon' wanna rap when I'm finish

Stack it up, I'm in the trap and I'm flippin' Hit a nigga up and then I'm dippin

What's up with all that? Undercover pressure

I paid the cost to rule the bars, this bitch gon' block her blessin

Lil' bro came home off another bid, don't think he learned his lesson yet

There's some shit that we can't speak about But it don't mean he regret it

I'm with the gang, she knew my name before I met her

Nigga trap slow and Ima big dog, you can't afford to give em extra

Upgrade a bitch, I'd make her better Black berettas, make her wetter

She gon' do whatever I tell her My shooter work well under pressure

I been runnin' off this money, I been tearin' up these roads

You been fallin' in love with these bitches, you been trickin' off on these hoes

You a bitch, we all know, we got sticks for all our poles

And if you up, gotta let it blow, if you up, gotta let it show

I heard the feds just came in town, made the whole gang get low

Scared of the fact that I ain't around, I'm havin' more, should I stay on go

I don't want you no more, shoulda cut your throat

Shoulda let it blow, I already know what he on

My dawg eat that shit, it's never cut, I call it blood raw

My dawg caught a flight, he brought me back, we got him sent off

They pissed off, they know we them niggas, oh yeah, the big balls

Knock shit off, cause on the low, these niggas hate that shit, dawg

What's up with all that undercover pressure? I pay the cost, give you the balls

This bitch gon' block her blessin, lil' bro came home off another bid

Don't think he learned his lesson yet, did some shit that we can't speak about

But it don't mean he regret it, yeah, I said it

I'm with the gang, she knew my name before I met her

Nigga trap slow and I'm a big dog, you can't afford to give em extra

Upgrade a bitch, I'd make her better Black berettas, make her wetter

She gon' do whatever I tell her, my studio work well, I'm impressive

Big Guu, I'm real respected, young man, I shit on

Fuck that piss on, bitch, I'm disrespectful

Fresh as a bitch, I keep that shit on and I'm well-protected

Hollows in the section, and it's a lot of steppers

They got some strikes, they'll take your life, we can get disrespectful

You know how many said these hoes is trifing, they eat the dick on schedule

I pop a perk and make a jerk, I'm on another level

Ahead of missile, got the denim on my feet of Zilla

OTM and double L and up the store, niggas

And when my brother get that bond, it's understood, I send this God

I grew a real motherfuckin' well, learned how to scale and seal it

God, broke and fuck, that shit was hell

Me and Jizzle, Ken and Kel, kickin' doors, bussin bails