Hundred bands why you do it to them Nigga talking like they killers, shit But we is the baddest I put two niggas in the sky Same time I made a list Sky been falling Facts Mean but nothing to cut I was going on mallet My nigga private Richer than your favourite rapper If he was still here them factuals My life a movie, you need a camera to capture this shit On lord Caps is poured on my dick Bitch, take a lick, it's lit Nigga ever tried to trap me Know what they get, hit Not a whip The fuck is that, a stick Backstabbed by nigga who back I had through all the wars Popped out all the calls, two charges and all But I'm the fake one Going to fight all my dogs like pills but you ain't take one If they don't got a story they gon' make one Drumming like Dreymars called the silent BG Ain't got to prove shit to no nigga I was on full skill, on a side note Who was sliding for your beef Beat that hoe nigga Yous' a hoe nigga Pour some more liquor for your bitch ass (bitch ass) How you feel if I want your body No problem you'll get it back Keep that quiet Shhhh I just want that body Its an armed robbery These niggas snitching Keep that silent What that tit say That's why I wont think about shit the next day I'm too silent On god, nigga be happy Said too silent