i shake hands and i give hugs but i shoot all you niggas i sell rap you sell drugs i don t trust none of you niggas them bad bitches be gold diggers i don t trust none of them bitches niggas play like it s cool on the under trying to get you i shake hands and i give hugs but i bust all you niggas i close shops and the dope fiends come with us i pop bottles throw peace signs but i don t trust none of you niggas i fuck bad bitches without foreign whips but i don t fuck with none of you niggas you fucking with them niggas you go to ducking with them niggas see we cut from a different cloth and we them niggas give a talk and he crazy and i punch one of you niggas this livewire and i m big j i sound richer than you niggas this that what s my name what s my name what s my name i m a real nigga i get money cause i been gettin my nigga they ain t sold no dope they ain t squeezin not triggas they ain t pullin no nighters they ain t from cypress village i kept it lit like a lighter ogs fuck with us i ain t loving none of these bitches i ain t talkin none to no killas i wore 2 in the rain nigga i had for that we mack on them for the got 10th street off a round here we take sides ain t no money in the middle straight drop of that pie coke hard as an icicle block rollin like nascar boy you can call me these bitch niggas be thirsty and these hoes gone us gone mack spray where your hen lay and you fuck around and left crippled  this that what s my name what s my name what s my name 