Intro Lyrics

You know what the fuck going on nigga

Big guns nigga

Big funds nigga

Uh okay mm

Got home late as hell

High as fuck off the drank

I couldn't even park

If I had to write a book about this shit

Wouldn't know where to start

Bro bro riding with me

He clutching to

Make a move and gone spark

Catch a opp out in public

And paint his face like it was art

Me and lil bro back to back

We throwing bullets

Like they was darts

Let's be real

When they got guns

The only time them boys got heart

I could've told you niggas was bitches

Should've took performing arts

The last nigga that tried to play with me

In a box and that bitch dark

I just pulled up on my mans

And poured a eight

Bro that bitch dark

You bet not try to get in no beef

That shit be over before it start

You bet not try to play me close

Cause lil bro anxious to let it spark

Niggas keep dissing me

In them songs

I guess they mad they mans got parked

You know how it go

I ain't playing no roles

Just tucking them bands

Don't try to play tough

Cause I keep a pole

Ain't throwing no hands

I get the ups on a nigga

Can't never treat me like a ham

Run up on me imma blam

Choppa make a nigga dance

Knock a nigga out of his pants

Knock a nigga right out of his shoes

Fuck boy we don't play by the rules

Two thick hoes making me choose

Fuck around taking yo bitch on a cruise

Let me know what you on and im with that

Pack a fuck nigga up

Like a kit kat

Yea you threw a couple shots

But you missed that

Yo mans dead

Still tryna get ya get back

Nigga

Still tryna get ya get back

Mans dead still tryna get ya get back

Know what you on

And I'm with that

Like a Kit Kat

Fuck nigga up like a Kit Kat

Ahhhh