Lyrics: Deandre Wheelwright/Jaymani Gorman
Music: Deandre Wheelwright/Jaymani Gorman
[Intro: PayGotti]
(Ayy Echo, turn it up)
Yeah
Niggas, can y'all hear me though?
Ayy
[Chorus: PayGotti]
Ayy
He's not official, that's points deducted, go pop your pistol
Bitch think we layin' up ****in' for free, she smokin' crystal
Blitz the whole crowd, got it crackin', before they blew the whistle
Glass shatter, bullets hit bodies, and now I'm gettin' little
Face shots, the only thing you catch around this way
**** cuz, if he was here I would've said it to his face
Puttin' belt, my double agent spankin' ass and takin' names
Do my Doug', new fully thing, it pack a punch like Roman Reign
I can't tolerate no bitch that run her mouth or goes to boot
Bump it out, just me and you and may the softest nigga lose
Since a kid, they use to say that Meesha's son was missin' screws
Safe to say, I'm sorry babe, but you can't see you're gettin' used
[Verse 1: PayGotti & EBK Jaaybo]
I can't stand niggas, runnin' out the lips like you just that
Can't forget the biggest nigga from y'all section is a rat
Free the Jackson, they was homeless, had the suckas runnin' laps
Back to back, its me and brother, bitch I'm Kobe and he's Shaq
On the Gz I can't stand niggas, I feel like Lil Quack
He spoke on pops, I pop cuz I'm with the double back
We done puttin' belts to the opps, they had enough of that
Spanked your homie, bout my homie, ain't no comin' back
Percs got me ****ed up, I can't feel shit
If that ho don't pay niggas, she ain't no real bitch
Got popped, he could've left it in the streets, but he still snitched
Them .62's on them nigga, how that feel bitch
Ayy shut the **** up, you ain't no grave digger
Can't get this type of rank I got until you spank niggas
Install some game in the square, she still gon' pay, pimpin'
Lil bro gon' pick me up to slide because I face niggas
Gz nigga
I'm EBK, I don't associate with 3 niggas
Hit a nigga with the fully switch, don't know how he livin'
You want respect from the Gz? Go catch a B nigga
Bump into him, we gon' bump it out, can't wait to meet niggas
Can tell that cunt ain't never stood over no nigga, he do drive-bys
Won't never catch me, tryna show no fully 'cause I like mines
You know you really shot the **** out him, you hit him more than five times
Caughta sucka loafin', he went night night
Ayy, ayy
Can't throw no smut up on my name cause I done gotta nigga grabbed
Everything was fun and games till we leave faces in the grass
Rapper dude from way out south, there ain't no doubt that he's the last
Don't think I'm hidin', I'm still in the field just duck and crash
Ayy in this life we live, its either eat or you gon' starve
Free Chasty, prolly spanked your older brother on that yard
Dark tints up on bitch, that looked suspicious, flipped the car
Noodle legs, you tried to blink the scene, but buddy won't get far
Dribble god, I'm somethin' like Bone Collector in his prime
The reason why your mommas didn't let y'all come outside
Stepped out the crib in Louis, goofies gettin' fly to die (Yeah)
Had to go upside her head, the stupid bitch just blew my high
[Chorus: PayGotti]
Ayy
He's not official, that's points deducted, go pop your pistol
Bitch think we layin' up ****in' for free, she smokin' crystal
Blitz the whole crowd, got it crackin', before they blew the whistle
Glass shatter, bullets hit bodies, and now I'm gettin' little
Face shots, the only thing you catch around this way
**** cuz, if he was here I would've said it to his face
Puttin' belt, my double agent spankin' ass and takin' names
Do my Doug', new fully thing, it pack a punch like Roman Reign
I can't tolerate no bitch that run her mouth or goes to boot
Bump it out, just me and you and may the softest nigga lose
Since a kid, they use to say that Meesha's son was missin' screws
Safe to say, I'm sorry babe, but you can't see you're gettin' used
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch you can't see you're gettin' used baby?
Yeah, said can y'all hear me though?
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy