| Nigga |
| We gon' see what’s up |
| We gon' see what’s up |
| I hear all you niggas talking out there, man |
| We eatin' right now, but we gon' see what’s up with you niggas in a minute |
| Yeah |
| Keep hearin' niggas speakin' on my pockets that don’t eat with us |
| Heard some pussy niggas talkin' down, we gon' see what’s up |
| Right now a nigga livin', was trappin', now I’m travellin' |
| Was Miami, now it’s Cali', park the foreign right at the mansion |
| I get back to the D, I’m back movin' like a ghost |
| Got somethin' heavy in my stash but I’m movin' like I’m broke |
| Send an extra to my mans who might never make parole |
| 'Cause he loyal to the gang and he stood by what he know |
| Used to stand on the corner waiting for my next sale to come |
| Now I’m in the 'burbs chilling, waitin' for the mill' to run |
| My nigga out in Cali' that I paid to wrap it for me |
| My ho send an address while I start the tracking number |
| Still got my rapper money, I get paid to talk cash shit |
| Dawg send the deposit, I’ma come collect the backend |
| Don’t care 'bout what you niggas did back then |
| We ballin' right this second, give a fuck about the past tense, nigga |
| If your homies ain’t right, you need to cut 'em off |
| If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off |
| If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off |
| Catch them niggas out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off |
| When them pussy niggas talking, cut 'em off |
| See some broke niggas walkin', go and cut 'em off |
| If your nigga hold you back, you need to cut him off |
| If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off |
| Ten fine biches at my crib, that’s a ho challenge |
| Why you niggas naked outside doin' the snow challenge? |
| Drinking half a pint in one day for my dope habit |
| You just a broke nigga with a gun, you ain’t no savage |
| Everyday, I’m hearin' people sayin' they want the old me |
| They like a nigga better when I was fucked up with no cheese |
| When I ain’t have a crib, I was sleeping with the dope fiends |
| When I was copping half tracks, when I ain’t even smoke weed |
| Still be on the same street, still be with my same niggas |
| And it’s still fuck the other side that ain’t change with me |
| Got some niggas I ain’t never met that wanna hang with me |
| Actin' like a groupie, well, that’s how you getting played, nigga |
| Rest in peace to Wifi, R.I.P. to Blade, nigga |
| Now these new niggas rapping 'bout the shit they ain’t living |
| Stay away from these sucker niggas that got hate in 'em |
| Life like a fake nigga, die like a fake nigga, pussy |
| If your homies ain’t right, you need to cut 'em off |
| If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off |
| If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off |
| Catch them niggas out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off |
| When them pussy niggas talking, cut 'em off |
| See some broke niggas walkin', go and cut 'em off |
| If your nigga hold you back, you need to cut him off |
| If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off |
| (Rush Murda) |