Why you playin' with my short like he won't come up out that cut? Why you talkin' that to your neck like he won't turn your ass to runts? They say why we ain't kill his ass, we was on his ass for a couple months You know blow his ass a smoke or he put three grams in a blunt Got a booster, she a door, I don't pay for Saint Laurent Ain't no Petrie with the opps, don't call my phone cause ain't the one How they give him 39 and he ain't get caught up with no gun? Ain't no past, we on your ass, don't get caught up with your son It's one opp that we ain't blast, after him it ain't no fun How you say your ass the man and you ain't give your block no guns? Man, you know his ass a rat, how he get out in a month? Why you actin' like a bitch? Niggas should've been a punk We gon' catch you laughin', off them pills, wearin' them glasses We gon' hit your blindside, phone him, hit you nine times I sit here, do cash up, I'm on the 6 with bad ass Own that coffee, bag back, fuck my opps, I'm that way Why you walk like that? Why you talk like that? Why you move like that? Why you shoot like that? Why you act like that? Why you act like that? Why you fool like that? You make the news like that See, I ain't built like that, bitch, you get killed like that My pockets gettin' big, like Uncle Phil in there Who got the pills in here? Take off your heels in here It's gon' get real in here, so don't get killed in here I got my pipe in here, I won't think twice in here I'm shootin' everybody, even the... O.T., I fly you here, what size shoe you wear? Must be the pills talkin', can't lie, I'm high as hell Wine from you better not tell, wine from his debtor jail Wine from his own-aint-cop, and watch out, they gon' twiddle Wine from his hit-or-miss, and he got hit, he quit Wine from you left him still, then put him in a zip Wine from me smokin' him, that Duke of Men be chokin' him These hoes ain't shit, gang, I'm fuckin' her, she postin' him She made a paragraph, she time out, she was close to him Hoes ain't shit, her baby daddy, she killed both of them Why you walk like that? Why you talk like that? Why you move like that? Why you shoot like that? Why you act like that? Why you act like that? Why you fool like that? You make the news like that See, I ain't built like that, bitch, you get killed like that My pockets gettin' big, like Uncle Phil in there You got the pills in here, take off your heels in here It's gon' get real in here, so don't get killed in here