Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Niggas say they fuck with you, I cant tell
$500,000 Chevelle 
I got bricks and birds for retail 
I got 100,000 worth of belts 
These bitches and these niggas know
That they cant play around here 
I call the spot elementary 
Cause I keep a K around here
 
All my Aces if you play 
They make you grady baby 
I might shoot you in your head
And then its no more thinking
 
Pussy boy, Ill leave you dead
And call it dedication 
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
 
Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up 
Ounces in a soda 
Push up on your bitch and shawty
I didnt even know her 
Hey, see this hood I throw up 
Realest one I ever seen 
ATL, call it XXL 
Cause we stay spittin shells out a long magazine 
Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing 
If the game got a throne, bet Im on that thing 
Beloved dope dealer and a well known King
And a killer pending how you put your spin on things 
You know how many suckers get ahead Ive seen?
Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead Ive seen 
You know how many bitches in the bed Ive seen? 
That like asking me how much bread Ive seen 
Aye, more than enough, in God we trust
You love a real niggas then fuck with us
But if you got a problem with it then fuck with us
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your bitch riding everything but the bus
She let me put it everywhere but the butt 
I always tell the bitch dont talk so much 
She say Who Im hidin from? What the fuck? For what? 
Niggas say they fuck with you, I cant tell
$500,000 Chevelle 
I got bricks and birds for retail 
I got 100,000 worth of belts 
These bitches and these niggas know
That they cant play around here 
I call the spot elementary 
Cause I keep a K around here
 
All my Aces if you play 
They make you grady baby 
I might shoot you in your head
And then its no more thinking
 
Pussy boy, Ill leave you dead
And call it dedication 
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
Man Im leanin so bad
I cant do a push up for a million
Catch a nigga baby mama
Make her give me nothing but ceiling , ayy
Hey, never had time to rap and cap
And dap these tramps, my ice a lamp
I cant adapt, Id rather slap
I rather pop his cap and naps
His mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat 
2004, I was screaming everything Gucci
No Big Cat 
And we was skatin up, ridin with the Ks
Shootin at all these big racks
Fuck a officer 
Akon, what it do, bruh? 
Keep these fuckin hoes off of you 
When you get some new money turn new or 
You gon wish you wouldve or couldve 
The way I
Sit down and get rich like a booker 
Might drop the top up off it
If I dont get into the helicopter 
Feeling like Im on a blue dolphin 
Nigga ridin round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery 
Im gon call up my head doctor 
Five more thousands cause
She aint got no head problems 
Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin nigga 
Yeah, they aint gon never cheat a nigga 
Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, nigga 
Yeah, hey, Imma bag her every time I see her, nigga 
Fishing hoes with my hook 
Pockets all swollen, no book 
Glasses on, she dont know how I look 
Since Im on, how the fuck do I look? 
You aint got no milli, you cant tell me how I look 
Im a big old Blood over here, Im Suge 
Niggas say they fuck with you, I cant tell
$500,000 Chevelle 
I got bricks and birds for retail 
I got 100,000 worth of belts 
These bitches and these niggas know
That they cant play around here 
I call the spot elementary 
Cause I keep a K around here
 
All my Aces if you play 
They make you grady baby 
I might shoot you in your head
And then its no more thinking
 
Pussy boy, Ill leave you dead
And call it dedication 
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
 
Aye, you aint read the paper? 
You aint seen the news?
Got a team of goons bout action
Never start it, but I finish it, so nasty, ask em 
They know bout me
Im so Keyshia with the 9, rock-a-bye, baby
So smooth, so fly, baby 
Rock-a-bye, baby 
Let me turn up now, four shows a week
100 thousand a piece, we getting bread now 
Mama dont worry bout nothin 
You can kick up your legs now 
I aint lying, got hitters on top of hitters 
Got hitters on top of hitters 
Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek 
I miss you, I miss you nigga
Just tryna live and have a lil fun, nigga
Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond, nigga
I got fans that bust yo ass, you talk bout Boosie baby
Got off my ass, went got that bag, and Boosie made it
Hate that, nigga
Niggas say they fuck with you, I cant tell
$500,000 Chevelle 
I got bricks and birds for retail 
I got 100,000 worth of belts 
These bitches and these niggas know
That they cant play around here 
I call the spot elementary 
Cause I keep a K around here
 
All my Aces if you play 
They make you grady baby 
I might shoot you in your head
And then its no more thinking
 
Pussy boy, Ill leave you dead
And call it dedication 
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication