Um
Just to chase that check nikka
Hitta
Up the back tick decks nikka
Naw for real

Peso Peso
Ahhhh, Ahh i mr chase a check nikka (huh)
Flip pack tech deck nikka
For a bitch i can't sweat nikka (huh)
Mr throw the bricks like i'm bret nikka
Now i got them choppers on me glocked up boy
In the trap and them packs box stuff boy
Getting ready for a shipment hit that roll relentless
They know what's up i'll be stumping on that big business
Yeah i'm standing on it, fucking my bitch brandy on it
I got so deep in brooklyn, oh i put some damage on it
It's been five years and we at war with the same opponent
I put a chopper out in bullets get to raining on them
Fish scale big will they tell fairy tails
Marry you, marry who, I'll rather marry wells
The only way that we can squash it we both go to hell
And i'mma put some lava on you till you fucking yell

I'm not fucking with no one. I'm keeping it straight
Nikka that's on God
I got block full of killers, that chop to his face
Watch a body get dropped
Do a drill on yo block. That's Ahk broad day
Got a mask on my face no prob
Don't start no shit. It won't be no case
Ain't nothing to solve
I'm not fucking with no one. I'm keeping it straight
Nikka that's on God
I got a block of killers, that chop to his face
Watch a body get dropped
Do a drill on yo block. That's Ahk broad day
Got a mask on my face no prob
Don't start no shit. It won't be no case
Ain't nothing to solve
Im stacking pesos hit up peso
Get that pack & make mo
And my shawty loyal
Take her ass to Turks & Caicos
She shake that laffy taffy
Make a nikka feel like Fabo
If you playing with my pay
I shoot below your Halo

Bitch it Hitta I been dropping hits
Since we was Jits
Made my name a brand
And now my name on all my fits
I been hands on with this shits
And I still throw the mits
And every gun I get
Got switches & extended clips

This shit ain’t nothing to a boss
I took a loss got get back
Went to the hood to grab that load
Came back home and flipped that
I still remember times was hard
I swear I'll never forget that
You can’t be broke and sit back
Be where the chips & dips at
I’m tryna eat for real, still do it without a deal
Ballin like the major leagues, kill these nikkas, how I feel
I ain’t got no opps, they all dead & gone or poppin pills
And I’m still in the field
I throw these gloves on and you know it’s real