Uhh Uhh I hope he slip on this banana peel That chopper hit him, set him down Put him on chill, trying to be ducking it Bit off his ear like Tyson Holyfield You know what we on better have Your cliques on, when you come in that field How you a real one When you ain't never keep it real You fucked your partner, baby momma While he up in jail Man, that's just how these niggas is I just popped the half Shawty took the other half a pill Couldn't nut up to the kind of mall To get that real feel Wear designer everyday I used to be dirty for real I can't sign, first thing in my face Bitch I know I'm worth some mills You ain't an opp you a hater Only reason, I let you live Nothing in this world free Favors ain't gonna pay the bills This one pair of boots Cost me like five pair of tens She just got her body done Now she looks like Lil Kim Big Pimp, you a shrimp Going broke behind a bitch Four-Five-Six haters Don't want to see you win Glock 40, with the switch Hit the ditch, aim hit Don't miss, get rich in a blink You broke and you tell me You ain't got it, I understand I used to be in the same shoes to I couldn't wear em You broke and you tell me You ain't got it, I understand I used to be in the same shoes to I couldn't wear em I was broke half the thang nigga But now I am stepping chains swinging say my name nigga Them Glocks banging if they talk Would it be homicide But I tell them niggas that won't do it Everybody die You know my niggas slide OG died, he said this and Keep the hammer, black bandana When I catch him, Imma stab him I'm traumatized, from these homicides You know how I'm living They left his head in his lap And if you slip then you gon' get it They know we leave a nigga missing Knocking him down just Like dominos They got switches, nigga know we known to Run em him down Nigga my youngest love to clown Bitch you know how this goes down You know when it's gangster It be gangster, aint no way around (Southside) Big Pimp, you a shrimp Going broke behind a bitch Four-Five-Six haters Don't want to see you win Glock 40, with the switch Hit the ditch, aim hit Don't miss, get rich in a blink You broke and you tell me You ain't got it, I understand I used to be in the same shoes to I couldn't wear em You broke and you tell me You ain't got it, I understand I used to be in the same shoes to I couldn't wear em I didn't came up off a grams nigga And I ain't posting nothing on the gram nigga A-B-C-D pockets never on E Family, dope things, calling them Uncle and aunty Alligator on my feet Crocodile Dundee Pillow talking to them hoes They put you on front street Whole nine know me I used to be a hood rapper Couple a years ago And I'm better than these new rappers How you diss me on a song And think we cool after On the Zant's moonwalking Only time I move backwards Big Pimp, you a shrimp Took off on a nigga bitch Four-Five-Six haters Don't want to see you win Glock 40, with the switch Singing like JJ Fish Aim hit, don't miss Get rich in a blink You broke and you tell me You ain't got it, I understand I used to be in the same shoes to I couldn't wear em