(Kid Hazel, you killed this)

Gotta watch the niggas around you, 'cause they might not be who you think they are
'Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, ridin' 'round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon' fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I'm pullin' up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turnt up on these niggas, I don't see me ever fallin' off
I know niggas hatin' so I got my niggas totin' rods

Catch an opp slippin', knock him out his tennis
Down to catch a case, tryna get ahead of business
Clean the block with the mop, I ain't leavin' no witness
Claimin' he a beast, show up in a nigga kitchen
Dior on me got me feelin' blessed like a Christian
Came from shit and made millions
Ran it up fresh out of prison
I'm a gift to the game, no riddle
Fuck your handout, I ain't trippin'
Got his bitch with me, I'm pimpin'
Glock on me got a nigga limpin'
Glock on me, you could go missin'
Cartier on my vision
Shittin' on you niggas like a pigeon
She fuckin' with you, she a duck, quack
I took her from you with a big sack
What I took from you, can't get back
You niggas broke as fuck, need to fix that
Yeah, you gotta watch your bitch plus you gotta watch your dawgs too
Just 'cause he say he real, that don't mean he ain't flawed too
Just 'cause he tote a steel, that don't mean he'll pop you
Only ridin' with the ones that I know gonna drop you
Wanna be a hot boy, well, I got hot shells
If I slap you with this pistol, don't kiss and tell
Niggas goin' police tryna send you to jail
Niggas really hurt, you ain't in no cell

Gotta watch the niggas around you, 'cause they might not be who you think they are
'Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, ridin' 'round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon' fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I'm pullin' up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turned up on these niggas, I don't see me ever fallin' off
I know niggas hatin' so I got my niggas totin' rods

Real shit, I don't gotta act hard
Know niggas throw hands in the backyard
No glove, no wraps or a mouth guard
You can swipe all day, but I pull cards
What I'm sayin' is I never had to do fraud
When the old girl workin' 'bout two jobs
When the old boy applied for a new job
So I'm guessin' that I'm blessed by the true God
See, back in the day, I would hop in the Lexus
Just me and my manager hopin' it start
Here in the present, I'm stackin' my scrilla
All off of the shit that I said from my heart
Haters get mad when they see that you the big dawg
But they won't bite and I bet they don't bark
Mad over hoes, you a motherfuckin' simp, son, your niggas Maggie and Lisa and Bart
I watch 'em all try to ether me, just because they cannot eat with me
I read the bible, I know 'bout betrayal, I get reminded by a Jesus piece
Perfect match, put my soul on beats, my brother with me, he gon' hold the heat
Doin' things I supposed to do, to be that nigga I supposed to be (Zel)

Gotta watch the niggas around you, 'cause they might not be who you think they are
'Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, ridin' 'round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon' fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I'm pullin' up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turned up on these niggas, I don't see me ever fallin' off
I know niggas hatin' so I got my niggas totin' rods

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Writer(s): Denzel Rae Don Curry, Pierre DeLince