Ayee, you always talkin always flexin
Me, I'm always strapped with Smith and Wessons(bah)
I tried to tell you I'm not one to test in
So fuck you and whoevers in your session(fuck em)
You in your club I hope you brung your Vest in
Cause when I bust, I'm bustin in yo direction (bah)
No askin questions, you can't tell me nothin(ah uh)
And so what you like to gangbang
Bitch I do the same, stupid sons of bitches
Hey Young Jeezy momma sorry your son is a bitch, and
It's okay I'm gon fix him, my killas ain't gon let up
Tell them niggas with ya
Go head and get wet up
[Hook]
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
You can run and tell them niggas
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
You can run and tell dem suckas
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Aye, do you remember me, I remember you
Boyz N Da Hood sucka they remember too
Whaddup Duke, whaddup Gee, whaddup o, whaddup d
Whaddup slim, whaddup suite, whaddup stone, whaddup G's
Aye, but lett me get, get, get, get back down to buisness
This niggas not fuckin with me I promise god is my witness(YEsss)
I must have spat his ass a thousand times never did I mention your name
Not in a thousand rhymes(sucka)
But you still wanna play with me, shawty where I'm from(Aye, Aye)
You don't play with g's
Semi automatics,(yeah) I stay with these
Neva ask to hit your blunt bitch I stay with weed
The rap games too easy like my abc's
First time I met you, I, knew you had a phd
Haa hater, fake ass name you made up
Keep frontin get ate up ,I'm just tellin you straight up
I've been fuckin hoes natural playa
An I don't know what you think this is you betta get up out my way cuz
I neva told nobody bout the time, ocean drive you and keysha cole
Remember that I coulda popped ya ass, but I didn't want ta explode or expose ya
Know I yous to hold you, this is not no gangsta ya'll
You are only broke tools, neva had no skills
Jazzy got yo deal, BMF the only reason you appear to be real, but
It's okay, it's okay, who you think you foolin'
Every club that we ever hit, I always took my tool in
Yea, I will turn you into sushi, and you got yo style from Gucci
You on your way out, I'm on my way in
And all you did was grin, when shawty shot yo friend
Now his momma cryn, you steady lyin', but I'm gon flip tha script
It's yo mommas time, And I won't say no names like you did, but they doin time
That's my partna them, that's my partna them
I know real bloods, I know real crips, you are not one
Thas real shit!
(You niggas know what is hapennin, Jody mothafuckin breeze nigga
I try not to do shit like this, but, you know, niggas not know ??
Real G's, Real GA nigga, Shoutouts to A town nigga, you know how I get down
Nigga fuck you nigga, Rep yo hood nigga
Where you from, you ain't even from the A Town
For real nigguh
You got yo screen name but you ain't made a pause in the hood
Huh, I do dis shit, I know what I want, what I need
Fuck you talkin bout, Breeze, BAHH(Bah))
