[Intro]
Cold Game Motherfucker!

[Verse 1]
Yea! Reality check, son
These n***as talking money but ain't cashing checks son
These n***as my stepsons
I'm hitting your moms
Take your little sister to prom and
I bust her like rhymes
Keep selling them dimes and busting them nines
I already ate (I already ate)
Jordan VII's and Jordan VI's fuck a release date
5-star dinner date
In a 4-door with these bitches from outta state
You in a Honda Accord with three n***as that's too fake
I'm the one that won't take no shit
Grandma, your grandson ain't no bitch
Model bitches can't take no dick
N***as out here hitting dumb ass licks
Get jammed up and I bet he'll snitch
Buy a pit bull and a pistol and he think he the shit
Who you think you is n***a?
Now you selling dope that's ridiculous n***a
While I just blew your re-up on a necklace n***a, uh
[Chorus]
Always posted up on the block
Getting money, dodging cops
Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a
Always telling n***as what you got
But you boys ain't calling shots
People say that I'm a young dumb n***a

[Chorus]
Always posted up on the block
Getting money, dodging cops
Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a
Always telling n***as what you got
But you boys ain't calling shots
People say that I'm a young dumb n***a

[Verse 2]
Young dumb n***a getting paid off this shit
Mobbing through the streets like a parade in this bitch
Hating on the low throwing shade like a bitch
While I'm up in L.A. in the shade with your bitch
I can't see you Stevie Wonder shades in this bitch
Balling hard like A.I. fresh braids in this bitch
French maids in the crib keep it clean like my Force's
Dirty money looking gorgeous my bitch flawless
Take trips to Florida New World Order
Fast food drive-thru I don't know what to order
I'm with somebody's daughter she doing things I told her
She's crying on my shoulder the game getting colder
This bitch is bipolar I pull up and roll up
My young n***as soldiers bitch I thought I told ya
Them big clips they load up you fuck boys got no luck
You better tell your ho duck
Put the windows down n***a, hold up!
[Chorus]
Always posted up on the block
Getting money, dodging cops
Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a
Always telling n***as what you got
But you boys ain't calling shots
People say that I'm a young dumb n***a
[Chorus]
Always posted up on the block
Getting money, dodging cops
Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a
Always telling n***as what you got
But you boys ain't calling shots
People say that I'm a young dumb n***a