Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
What these n***as say?
Yeah, uh, ming
Yeah

[Verse]
All these n***as sad, they ain't getting bags
Bunch of tyrants in the set, we don’t need nobody sweat
Pick the fucking check up, PayPal broken down
I look like a fuckin clown, rip these n***as upside-down
No, I did the runarounds, crosstown, head down
Fuck this n***a and his bitch, make my n***a finger itch
I don't have a trigger finger, resting with the clique
If we gotta problem shoot him in his shit
Send a gang over, treat him like a broken dish
Tired of the games, n***a, blow your shit up quick
Blow yo' shit up quick, blow your shit up quick
Never talk to me, dirty ass bitch