Fucking around in a crap game
Niggas think I`m soft cause now I`m in the rap game
And I don`t hang out as much
Bang out dope cuts
Standing on stage and I`m grabbing my nuts
But when it comes to getting in a circle
I`m hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
When deuce-deuce hit the floor yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
I`m turnin your fat pockets skinny
Ah yeah I`m shaking the ivory
And boom it`s like they die for me
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
But don`t forget my point
There it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won`t slide
Money gone cause I`m never hitting deuce-five
I`m never hitting four-trey no way
You wanna leave but come on hoe stay
Nigga see but that`ll work
Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool you can`t even fuck with that
And now that I`m winning I gots to get my gat
Cause I see your homies starting to look
And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
And I`m feeling like a baller
Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
Now you wanna go and scheme
Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
So I pick up my money and start walking
Cause now I let the gat start talking
Now since ya`ll lost you wanna go out like a sucker
Take that motherfucker