Ayee, you always talkin always flexin me I'm always strapped with smith and westons I tried to tell you I'm the one you testin so fuck you and whoevers in your section You in your club I hope you brung your Vest in cause when I bust I'm bustin in ya direction blah No askin questions you can't tell me nothin and so what you like to gang bang Bitch I do the same stupid sons of bitches hey young jezzy momma sorry your son is a bitch and That's okay I'm gonna fix him my killers ain't gon let up tell them niggas with ya Go head and get wet up 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 them suckas Come on come on come on come on come on come on Aye do you remember me I remember you Boys in the hood succa they remember too whaddup do whaddup ge whaddup o whaddup thee Whaddup cell whaddup suite whaddup stone whaddup jeez Aye but lett me get get get get back down to buisness This niggas not fuckin with me I promise god is my witness I must have spared his ass a thousand times never did I mention your name not in a thousand rhymes But you still wanna play with me shawty where I'm from You don't play with g's semi automatics, I stay with these Neva ask to hit your blunt bitch I stay with weed the rap games too easy like my abc's Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com First time I met you I knew you had a phd haa hatas fake gansta you made up Keep frontin get ate up I'm just tellin you straight up I've been fuckin hoes natural born playa You don't know what you think this is you betta get up out my way cause I neva told nobody bout the time ocean drive you and keysha cole Remember that I coulda popped ya ass but I didn't wanna explode up expose ya I know yous a hoe dude this is not no gangsta ya'll them are only pro tools neva had no skills Does he got ya deal if the only reason you appear to be real But that's okay that's okay who you think your foolin Every club that we eva hit 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 lien but I'm gon flip tha script. it's yo mommas time And I won't say no names like you did when 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 that is real shit!