Lyrics: Jeffery Williams
Music: Jeffery Williams
Niggas don't realize (luracks)
(Boy)
(Where you get all them racks from?)
Yuh, I pour a four and some more
Pour a four, now I'm stuck in the floor, hold on
Fvckin' your thot, she a whore
A-Team lieutenant, I'm ready for war
I got a shark with me up at the shore
This grey whack got my arm feeling sore
Just like Stacy, got sticks in the store
X'ed that boy out, told him "look at the score", hold on
LuRico, I like to backdoor
I picked up a hammer like Thor
He want smoke, I don't know what for
Cause' I hopped out that Honda Accord
On the drill, I'm finna perform
Pop Smoke 'em, I'm rockin' Dior
Hold on (Okay, I got the video, I got the video)
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
That block, we thuggin' on Maple
I get sad every year when it's April
Like King Von, I got racks on the table
The doctor said "That nigga unstable"
Calumet Block, nigga I ain't had cable
I need 50 billion to sign to a label (H-Hold on)
You a hoe, nigga weird, nigga we don't fear you
And I'm smoking loud, I can't hear you
Bitch, I'll leave your ass in the rear view
Up the MAC-11 then I kill you
When I rap that hot shit, they like, "I feel you"
You bitch made, we all know the real you
Majeeda boy, momma I'm the lil you
You better clutch, nigga, cause' I'm near you
Nigga, on KK, you know what the fvck going down nigga, this A-team shit
Yuh, I pour a four and some more
Pour a four, now I'm stuck in the floor, hol' on
Fvckin' your thot, she a whore
A-Team lieutenant, I'm ready for war
I got a shark with me up at the shore
This grey whack got my arm feeling sore
Just like Stacy, got sticks in the store
X'ed that boy out, told him "look at the score", hold on
LuRico, I like to backdoor
I picked up a hammer like Thor
He wan' smoke, I don't know what for
Cause' I hopped out that Honda Accord
On the drill, I'm finna perform
Pop Smoke 'em, I'm rockin' Dior
On KK, nigga I'ma blow yo' motherfvckin' face back in that 'BnB
(I laid the murder game down, let niggas know we not fvckin' around, man)