[Intro] 

Oh No, No, Oh No, No 

Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No 

I play the bullshit from the backseat champ 

Yea I’m in the backseat still got the seat back 

Feet back stay from where the fake be at 

Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at 

Nigga make his own brother face his back 

Give love and take it back 

Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back 

Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats 

Face the facts you can’t change him can’t shoot it if you can’t aim it 

Can’t miss him if he kill you then you can’t blame him 

That’s just how the dice roll when you can’t fade him 

Get too deep up in that water and they can’t save ya 

Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing 

And watch my step on a wet pavement 

Yea I’m from the hood so I rep ’em where I can’t take em 

Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement 

So nigga get that look off your face 

And recognize you got a crook in the place 

They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I’m so high 

I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she’s mine 

Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch 

Leave you bloody with the cops to match 

Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast 

Like… Ha ha 

That’s bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin back 

It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back 

No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain’t heard bout this 

The clip sink down to the dick 

That’s a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy 

Garunteed to get you bitches from by me 

When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin’ 

Mortimer is no longer leapin’ he sleepin’ 

While you pussy niggaz is sleepin he thinkin 

Deep in thought the boy ain’t even winkin’ 

Bob Marley got me stinkin 

Stackin figures I’m standin firm life’s a slinky 

Pipes is filled with crack cocaine 

And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came 

Though I bear a name only one call live with 

Coach they won’t knock me off my pivot forget it 

I’m sicker with it 

Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill 

What you know about a bongo having her mind goOver a convo about dough 

Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand 

Tee or tanktop pocket fan 

No pocket knife, no handgun in sight 

Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM! 

Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price 

Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright 

And I’m feelin like Mike at a Tyson fight 

I’m from Cita house big momma’s house 

She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out 

And he ain’t gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot 

Hold up the beat might drop

[Outro] 

Oh No, No, Oh No, No

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