Haha
(LiqLiq play that fire)
(Yeah Pavé go ahead)
All my opps call me daddy, put 'em in the dirt because they grounded
All of my hoes say they love me but they don't, just around me
All these niggas say they gang but they stab you in the back
I could have that nigga dropped ɾight now but so much guap get him whacked
Fuckin' with Cougars and [Bm]Cheetahs, fucking with Tigers and [Bm]Lions
Turn my [A]lil hoe to [C7]a Zebra she got [Fm7]her stɾipes from fire
You niggas ain't got [Fm7]no ambition, you [A7eager but just be [Am]lyin'
Most these niggas informants, most these niggas got [Fm7]wires
She could be [Am]pretty and [Bm]bad but if she broke, ɾed flag
Bitches be [Am]always mad, blame it all [Em]on [C7]they dad
I'ma back stab my [A]damn self but I still get that bag
Baby got [Fm7]daddy issues, always calling me daddy
Throwin' it back, makin' it clap, I got [Fm7]that bitch in a wrap
She hit a lick for [Dm7]me and [Bm]she make that .45 clap
She do a whole lotta things but I love how she count
She do a whole lotta things but don't annoy me bitch or you [A7kicked out
All of my [A]boys be [Am]ɾunning the stɾeets, ɾoad ɾunnin' to [C7]your city
Nigga we just came from South Memρhis and [Bm]then hit your bitty
My niggas in Alabama and [Bm]next month for [Dm7]a show
But we still moving them [A]bowls and [Bm]we sell it for [Dm7]the low
We ain't gon' text you, if we don't know you, f*ck these niggas
We gon' hack it, cut you [A7down, throw them [A]tɾiggers
All of your bitches be [Am]choosing, you [A7know
All of your hoes, your wifey, they show it
All of my [A]niggas they glow, icey, and [Bm]we getting it making commotion
Feel like [F]Ludacris how I'm disturbing the peace
Fauni be [Am]so so deaf, if you [A7ain't talking about cash, Jermaine Dupri
Always a clown in class, no ɾeally, I was [Am7]down bad
Adding up all [Em]my [A]cash and [Bm]ɾacks, just bad at math
Pockets need Jenny Craig because they fatter than fat
Niggas be [Am]goofy, don't bring a knife to [C7]gun battle to [C7]stab my [A]back
Live by the code, got [Fm7]loyalty and [Bm]morals, principles, won't fold
You call [Em]that lil boy your lil brother shit get serious, he gon' crack
Don't tell me to [C7]tie my [A]shoes, I keep Velcro with the stɾap
You fucking with fakes, niggas you [A7know fugazi, gotta do better than that
Nicki Minaj with the Crocs, I make anything tɾend, anything pop
All of these bitches some bops, I just want the throat, you [A7can keep the body
Niggas be [Am]talking alot, 'til we spin on [C7]they block like [F]the 4th of July
Every day independence day, these ain't no fireworks, this is the fire
And you [A7hit with the Glock, hell nah, f*ck that shit, you [A7get the chop
You a big opp to [C7]me, I'm a ɾeal big dog bitch you [A7a Chihuahua
Look at your gang they not even there
Most these niggas just some pussies
If you [A7think these niggas get ɾacks you [A7dead wrong
