Bullets

[Verse 1] See I don't fuck with sucka nigga's Cause that shit get on my nerves Fuck your trap, I'm paid off rap Might make a million off of words Hoppin' straight from off the curb Filling clips and choppin' birds And I'm still with all the shit, we give a fuck what nigga's heard Ask around about the dude, they say they know I'm the shit Keep a four ounce in my soda, keep your ho on my dick I just might say fuck this rappin, might go hit me a lick And if my money gettin' low, we might give yo dough a kick [Hook] Cause I got partners who pimpin', I got homies who flockin' I got killers who knockin' on shit, if we got a problem So you best pick your battles, nigga snakes with no rattles Tell a bitch I want that tail, as long as mommy no tattle See, she might be with you, but that bitch likes me I'm the people's champ ho, I'm on that rocking my beat First comes the money, then comes the pussy Then come them haters, but here come them bullets [Verse 2] See I don't fuck with police's, on my nephews and neices Drug dealer designer, like all my shit with no creases I know nigga's be hatin', bout' the money I'm making Success stressing me out, won't understand til you make it Fuck her once, no date She get nothing but the basics I got thots, all races, I swear to god we not racist All I need is the fortune, bitch I been street famous Everybody love me, I feel like I'm Raymond Everybody know the dude, gotta be a square if you don't I hear nigga's wanna knock me off, but nigga we know that you won't I told that bitch to call my Crooked, but she keeps sayin' Daddy Give that ass a high-five, and tell her throw it back at me [Hook] [Verse 3] These nigga's pussy, I can sniff it I can snort it, this beat retarted Hey, who that nigga be? Question rhetoric My whip a foreign, You roll imported I'm hearing voices in my head, let's just record it Hey I got money, how I got it? ain't important This shit is nothing, these nigga's frontin' I'm making hits around this bitch, you nigga's buntin' (I'm out the park) It's one take and this thing ain't punchin' Got Boi-1da on the beat, this shit a lunchin' One take in this bitch and I ain't punchin' My stacks tall, you nigga's pockets on munchkin [Hook]