Fuck
Go crazy then, nigga
Mucho, casa, casaba
Some type of, some shit
(Coupe) yeah

No disrespect, but when I touch I feel like your city mine
No disrespect, but if I grab her, man, your bitch is mine (oh yeah)
No disrespect, but if you disrespect your ass is dyin' (for real)
No disrespect to all that money you got, but it ain't nothin' like mine (like mine)

I was on my grind, niggas was dyin'
In the hood, niggas was slime
Open the door, niggas was firin', fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Niggas was shootin' so much, man, the car wasn't parked
That motherfucker still in drive
Got my stick, relayed it to the car
That motherfucker tryna ride (oh yeah)

So many bullets inside (yeah)
So many bullets we dump in they ride (yeah)
Boom, homie gon' pull on the side
Roll down the window, they up in they ride (baow)
I got some real niggas who down 4L and not scared to die (uh-uh)
So when it come to this murder shit, you know we not scared to try
I'm in the hood, you niggas gettin' bread or not?
Niggas say they lookin' for me, you might wanna see what all this lead about
Is you 'bout that shit or not?
'Cause nigga I know I ain't scared, uh-uh
I just got too much money, but play with me, I'ma show you a gun
First young nigga out my hood who caught a body
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
First millionaire out my hood
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', nigga, show me somethin'
And I hate when niggas tryna beg, like a nigga owe him somethin'
Got the envy runnin' through they head 'cause I'm the chosen one

No disrespect, but when I touch I feel like your city mine
No disrespect, but if I grab her, man, your bitch is mine (oh yeah)
No disrespect, but if you disrespect your ass is dyin' (for real)
No disrespect to all that money you got, but it ain't nothin' like mine (like mine)

I was on my grind, niggas was dyin'
In the hood, niggas was slime
Open the door, niggas was firin', fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Niggas was shootin' so much, man, the car wasn't parked
That motherfucker still in drive
Got my stick, relayed it to the car
That motherfucker tryna ride (oh yeah)

You know I'm a rapper and I'm not scared to go bust my gun (bust my gun)
These niggas know who they were looking up to before I stepped to the mic (the mic)
These niggas know who they were scared to shoot and damn sure wasn't gonna fight
Look up to God, it made a nigga different
Because I'm really 'bout that life (thank you)
And I should've had that shit tatted 'cause they know a nigga thug life
I ain't never had to go and get some shit tatted just to show I'm 'bout that life
No tear drops, none of that typa of shit, but I got motherfuckin' bodies (bodies)
And I done treat some of y'all like bitches tryna look like you're 'bout it (pussy)
Tryna look like your throw it all, pull that bitch out and knock your nose off
I'ma show you how to show out, pull in your hood and turn into a crowd
Everybody surrounded 'round the body, three hit, two man down
Niggas spinned, niggas ain't around (who?)
Every inch of my fuckin' town
Zone 6, bitch, I'm in it (I'm in it)
Westside, I like to kick it (I kick it)
Duck off on the Southside
Know the south got them bad bitches (yessir)
Then I got to the north and jugg some bags, know I'm gettin' it
I know some migos havin' dope, I get it from the city (uh-huh)

No disrespect, but when I touch I feel like your city mine
No disrespect, but if I grab her, man, your bitch is mine (oh yeah)
No disrespect, but if you disrespect your ass is dyin' (for real)
No disrespect to all that money you got, but it ain't nothin' like mine (like mine)

I was on my grind, niggas was dyin'
In the hood, niggas was slime
Open the door, niggas was firin', fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Niggas was shootin' so much, man, the car wasn't parked
That motherfucker still in drive
Got my stick, relayed it to the car
That motherfucker tryna ride (oh yeah)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper III, Quantavious T. Thomas