Yeah, I be that real ***** they fiendin' for This that real ghetto music they been waitin' for This that add that water to that soup and warm that shit up Then you put that fork into it, then you pick that shit up Uh, baby mama trippin', so I'm vibin' with the *****s Uh, always paper chase, but homie playin' till it's pistol Uh, gotta keep a red flag, *****s hangin' out the window I hit you with some shit that have you stankin' just like endo ****** ain't got no juice on black and white, they tell the truth Ayy, *****s ain't bulletproof, I know you could tell him he cut that noose on Rob a *****, then you take a picture with his jewels on Yeah, I trust you, but I'ma keep my strap in case you move on That shit there hurt my heart, feelin' like they punchin' my lungs Shorty, your throat's ghost, so you might as well cut out a tongue Grown men *****s gettin' they chain snaps J Millie walk my cash, I'ma show you how to change that Ain't no child, but I got curfew Can't move, legless, thinkin', thinkin' that I might serve you I got curfew Ayy, that money comin' quick, *****s cut that