Lyrics: London Cluster
Music: London Cluster
Oh, yeah
We hit the mall and ball all day (what's up?)
Lames on stall and we ball when we play (what's up?)
A bitch nigga (what?), my swag at a milli (swag at a huh?)
(On the Nawfside, on the Nawfside, nigga
Takin' down opps, nigga, with Nawfside, nigga)
Come here
Pop out the cut like, "Bitch, what's up?" (Oh yeah)
Bitch, I bang that five, I ain't Tupac
But I hit 'em up (doon-doon-doon)
Nigga talkin' 'bout take somethin' down, I text him
Try your luck (bitch-ass nigga)
Fold a nigga with that box, yeah, this ho five, I gotta buck
That nigga ain't on shit, nigga can't dodge 'em
Bitch, I got him (come here)
Nigga tried to run, I popped his ankle, hah
I got him, yeah (hah)
Screamin' free Lil' Melly, I was geekin'
**** 'round, shot him (free Lil' Melly, bitch)
Bitch, no, I'm not dissin'
But can't go like SpotemGottem (on fire, nigga, no)
Mini micro Draco, still call it a chopper (still call it a Draco)
They told me she's a square, I did my research
Then I dropped her (I let her go)
No need for research, boy, you know who dropped your partner
Box up on my Glock, I ****ed 'round
Named it Buddy Harper (ha-ha-ha)
**** the jakes, bitch, free Lil' Bean (ay, free B5)
When I'm off this Addy, **** a Perc'
Shit make me mean (hard)
****boy tried to run like, bitch, come here
Got hit in his spleen (ha-ha)
Niggas know L5 hittin' up shit, pop Glock, no
Bitch, I ain't green (no, bitch, I ain't green)
Yeah (yeah), bitch, I'm forever with Lil' Ben (on three)
We knock down them crates
Only way he ain't got hit 'cause he hit (what?)
We on the hill like Jack and Jill (ha)
But my brodie off a pill (oh yeah)
He goin' off if you got bills (what?)
Nigga, I see red, all I think about is drill (nah, for real)
Still don't know who dropped your daddy, huh?
Screamin' **** the Jakes, yeah, I'm screamin' free Lil' Daddy, yeah (yeah)
12 might hit the spot, that switch up in the attic (frrt)
This white bitch wanna **** me, on my dick
She go by Maddie (she go by Maddie)
We spin again, we double back like
Bitch, what's up?, huh (like, "bitch, what's up?")
62 come out the Drac'
Gon' make his bitch ass duck (frraow-frraow-frraow)
Pop out the cut like, "Bitch, what's up?" (Oh yeah)
Bitch, I bang that five, I ain't Tupac
But I hit 'em up, huh (bitch-ass nigga)
Nigga talkin' 'bout take somethin' down, I text him
Try your luck, huh (pussy)
Fold a nigga with that box, yeah, this ho five, I gotta buck
Hold on, hold up, yeah, yeah