nigga don t you hate on me why don t you go and get you some don t you hate on me why don t you go and get you some 4x motherfucker go get you some get off my dick bitch get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at put your blunts in the air y all nigga get fried to this to the to mother tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker what you niggas really wanna do big ballers flossin niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin oh let me give them what they say and run em in they face what they say oh nothin buster hit em in they shit anyway that s how we play stil thuggin ain t a thing change still the same name love the face real real niggas that s all i gotta say you fuckin with the real you ball to get gusted really the real ain t shit to be fucked wit protected by the niner when you careful the nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin to make you duck the whloe flock make a nigga close shop sho nuff showstopper fuckin em up with diesel what s pumpin the shotgun real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect that s all we want but nigga you don t feel me krazyie crazy maybe insane hangin with jd little rip done slip the clip into the gat rat tat tat just like that i ain t fixin to be the bitch to procastinatin niggas wanna be shippin me half a cake go through whatever drastic measures i hafta take make a motherfucker masterbate the hotter i get the more hate some of you hoes is overrated with flows the salvate ll take em to the rehab and get em re instated my lyrical content send other bitches to convents pray for me to be deleted but that s nonsense been the bomb since 74 aries i can see how ya nigga be lookin at me he want to get in between the sheets leave the wallet and the keys for me i ain t persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me nigga we can fuck free frequently you study me but another me could never be sold broke the most 6 0 6 4 4 when niggas ll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off when i m finished droppin em al off on the west side of chi i m ridin high thinkin of way to make it through the major of the paper chase slidin by keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it s time to die see everywhere i go i feel like niggas be tryin to get me stuffed i m flyin on out of what iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck knockin bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up packed up everything i touch gold and platinum what niggas can t fuck with us like busta bust we dangerous and you know that if i peel i got mo y all peel it s gone that s why the ice grill on when the wheel on by y all niggas in the corner back and forth like fuck that little guy don t worry bout me you need to worry bout yo goddamn self how you shit on shelf and how you sit around wishin that a nigga would sign to so so def i m a a t l a n t alien never been known to play with can t none of y all see me so y all niggas don t really need to say shit with all your paper hatin paper hatin and your bad looks what y all need to do is shut up and take heed to what my nigga sayin in the hook 