[Verse 1 — Play]


[Hook]
Bullets ain't gone no aim
These bitches don't feel no shame
They'll fuck a n***a and his whole gang
They'll suck a n***a and his whole gang
All my n***as sell cocaine (IEENA)
All my n***as sell propane
My lil bro just got a dime
When he come home he gone get a Benz

[Verse 2 — DesignerFlow]
I remember as a youngster, Junkies pissing by the dumpsters
They get the fighting at the dice game, later on them n***as dumping
Me and dirty dre took a tre down to 28th
Three grams of the re-rock we thought that was weight
I was 13 with a Glock nine in my 34's
Now a n***a wear 32's running thru it like a pair shoes
All my n***as done made the news
All my n***as love to play with tools
Like your performing we'll clap at you
I really came up on em avenues, with n***as doing what they had to do
Getting rid of n***as attitudes, getting rid of n***as period
Give a n***as head a period, We done had bad experiences
My grandma can't sleep at night, my girl saying i don't treat her right
I told her thats why I don't need a wife
All I needed was a plug, Now I got three

Talking bout you got my back bitch you ain't got me
When you see a n***a out bitch you bet not speak

Cause I done had it up to my face
And I ain't tryna fuck with fakes
Pull up on a n***a with the aye
Get it all gone in a day

I done made some mistakes, got a raise from the weight
A lot of n***as can't stand the heat, i open the oven and bake me a cake
Every time a n***a roll dice, I get it gone just like a poltergeist
Pockets looking like a pulled a heist
Tryna ball you pulled a hamstring, boy you ain't sold a damn thing
Sold more o'z then Michelin, I fuck with n***as from Michigan
I fuck with n***as that ugh kill ya, run up on me ima spill ya

[Hook]
Bullets ain't gone no aim
These bitches don't feel no shame
They'll fuck a n***a and his whole gang
They'll suck a n***a and his whole gang
All my n***as sell cocaine (IEENA)
All my n***as sell propane
My lil bro just got a dime
When he come home he gone get a Benz