[Intro]
Huh, yeah
Bitch I never gave a fuck, n***a
Go to the opps grave so I can take a piss on that shit, n***a
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (on straight Murda shit, bitch we ain't duckin get up with us)
Yeah, yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Hate this New York shit, I cannot find me none eat in Brooklyn
Bitch don't ask me shit, bitch I don't know just know your heat is tooken
Got locked up with yo pole, you seen police why he didn't book it?
N***a partna' been dead for a year, still ain't do shit, yeah he so pussy
N***a scared of this shit, everytime we pop out streets so shooken
We be fresh as fuck, every time we pop out' we got every freak bitch lookin
If I say some to her I bet I be in every freak bitch pussy
Let ruth try hold ya pole, she slimed him out cus' he so rookie
N***a don't ever think you madder then me, Lil bitch I beat on bullies
N***a we dead for real we slapped the blanket sheet on fully
Customize my stick, I put a handkerchief on the cookie
Looked back I forgot big bro was bangin B's, on handkerchief on the bookie
Security said I couldn't bring this gun with me, said fuck that shit so I snuck it
That young n***a a easy lick, I seen his card so I pulled it
Gotta problem with taking n***as down, bitch I still would if I couldn't
Rich as fuck but I want his money, know damn well I would but I shouldn't
Come here with some shit that we don't got, we takin that shit we some hoodlums
Some n***as just don't deserve it and most of these n***as be pussy
Think you too big to get beat up, I'll have lil bro nem na' hook em
12 think they tuff, hit them blues lights you know damn well that we shook them
Tried to up that lil-ahh blick, .762s knocked the heat out his hand
These so called "opps" don't be on shit, sometimes I think they be playin
Go up in the kitchen, I ain't got no Glock bet you get beat with a pan
She hate n***as like me, fly away after I skeet RB peter pan
069, 1017, but DST be the clan
Everybody know what that shit mean, but DSB be the brand
Gotta pay a fee to get next to me, you gotta pay G nem a grand
Hydrodip my 17. bitch' you ever seen this bitch tan?
Uh, huh
Try to stay away from half killers
All my killers got both feet in, no I can't fuck with half n***as
If I can't get to em myself I bet that fucking bag get em
Retarded n***a behind the wheel by my respect I crash n***a
[Outro]
Yeah, bitch ass n***a
Last n***a played with this shit, I bet you his ass got hit up, n***a
I ain't even gon' say to much, y'all n***as know what the fuck goin' on
We gon' keep stepping on y'all bitch ass n***as, stop playin
Yeah