(Mojo, that motherfucker crazy)
Get money (haan)
I tell you niggas
Niggas can't tell me shit, nigga (nothin')
How the fuck I'ma listen to a broke nigga, nigga? (Yo, that's crazy)

Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (skrrt)
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (trap)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (damn)
Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (huh)
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out

Don't you pull back up, nigga 'cause you assed out
We gon' take everything that you got in your house
Know I play that box game, location, your whereabouts (huh)
Every move that you make, nigga, I know when you out
Real robber, don't play with me
Ski mask, know it stay with me (ooh)
Red bandana tied around my choppa when it spray with me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
After I get done put on my chain like I'm Mr. T (what, brr)
And you know I sip on that Easter pink
And you know that I roll up a big tree, call it palm
And I got another nigga bitch with me, call her calm
Said her nigga dickridin' niggas, he on pom-poms
That ain't how we rockin' baby girl, where I come from
I'm straight out the 6

Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (skrrrt)
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real (he want it?)
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (hold up)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah (damn)
Came in my trap house (what), thought he'd get some glasshouse
Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (whoa)
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out (whoa)

Breakin' news, robbed him out his shoes
Damn they took his shoes (haan)
Nigga you a bitch, been a bitch, way from middle school (damn)
Never been a snitch, I got robbed 'round some niggas too (yeah)
Certain niggas that I know be robbin', I'm not scared of dude (no)
I'ma turn your block to swiss cheese, you ain't really mean
I don't point no guns at no phone, I don't make no scene
Rap niggas actin' like groupies, they be pillowtalkin'
I don't say shit, I don't speak, just my pistol talkin' (baow-baow)
Keep it in the streets, if you street, how I'm really rockin'
Torture a weak rapper 'til he talk, that's a starvin' artist (rrr)
If you want beef, come and get it, I'm the supermarket (yeah)
Collard greens, fish, I got cheese like a farmer's market (Wop)

Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (yeah)
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele (I'm in there)
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real (he want it?)
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (hold up)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah (damn)
Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse
Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out

Do you worry 'bout it, whip some, flex where I'm from (where I'm from)
Nothin' nut Hellcats or 'Vettes where I'm from (where I'm from)
And if you got all the respect where I'm from (where I'm from)
The hood gon' treat you like a vet where I'm from (yeah)
That pussy shit, all that scary shit, you can't come (no, nuh-uh-uh)
You disrespect the gang, don't talk to 12, cut off your tongue
You get interrogated by them people, you go numb (yeah)
I'm still stuck on a old code where I'm from
I don't like rats, no nigga, where I'm from
I don't switch sides like y'all, where y'all from
Y'all niggas must forgot about the 6, y'all don't come (damn)
I'm still posted up in the bricks, they don't come (I am)
I still ride down Glenwood and Candler, I love the slums (ooh)
You know I like to get the seafood, I fuck with Jimmy
My favorite platter is a crab leg, I ate plenty
I don't do the Juicy Crab shit, you boujee bitches (hahahaha)

Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (yeah)
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele (uh-huh, yeah)
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real (what else?)
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (do it to 'em)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah (do it to 'em)
Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (okay)
Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (damn)
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out

Don't spazz out, boy
Don't do that, don't do that to yourself
Nah mean?
You gon' die 'bout this money

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Writer(s): Jahkari Fears, Quantavious T. Thomas, Radric Davis