We was causin' all the problems
Sticks in the car, we was causin' all the drama
Let a nigga blink wrong, we gon' pop him
Who brought the choppers to the stage with no summer?
Silly niggas want fame, we want dollars
They better not mention your name, we buyin' choppas
In that 911 thang, doin' a hunnid
Usually don't do this type of shit, but I said, "F*ck it"
Arguin' with God, nigga, why you take my brother?
Arguin' over chops, nigga, why you take my hunnid?
But one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
They hit me, they sittin' broke and ain't gettin' no money
What's killin' me is they think that shit funny
Sharin' three bands, and they think that shit money
It's the Stinc team, either you with us, or it's f*ck you
You got a hunnid on your head, do your family really love you?
Silly niggas better not play with your name
Silly niggas better not play with the game
I know you hate us, but the name is the name
That's a 911 Porsche, do your thang, do your thang
I'm thinkin' bout' droppin' some change, but I ain't
Twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
You gon' have me put his brains in his lap
I'm thinkin' about makin' a change, but I can't
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
Long live the greatest
If we catch a nigga speakin' on your name, on the gang we gon' K him
My shooters itchin' for blood, this personal, they ain't lookin for no payment
If you ain't want your mama dyin', kids cryin' why you even have to say it?
Bentley's in the front yard, you ain't here it's okay we gon' stay here
Chip the opp lover too, yeah, we know I ain't even have to say it
Fifty ball on the floor told my son and my nephew they can play in it
Why niggas screen recordin' everythin' I do? Got me even scared to say shit
You the police, you the DA, yeah, we know, why you helpin' with they cases?
When they let us out the can they was mad, you could see it on they faces
Off-White, three K's in the car, yes indeed, nigga we racist
Long ropes on the wood, if he cross me, what you trippin' off? These maisons?
I'ma millionaire, lookin' for a credit, guns what they cost? I'ma pay you
Shit man, this shit crazy, Long live Ketchy The Great
I don't know how that nigga go out, he'll rob a car, that shit crazy
Man nigga better not be speakin' out on your name
None of that, I'm not playin' with niggas
Like I said, I'm a millionaire, literally
Nigga, I'm not the one to play with, at all
Don't play with the homie, don't play with his name, nothin'
Don't claim no nothin', niggas claimin' dubs that ain't, niggas ain't even do, nigga
Pieces though
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We was causin' all the problems
Sticks in the car, we was causin' all the drama
Let a nigga blink wrong, we gon' pop him
Who brought the choppers to the stage with no summer?
Silly niggas want fame, we want dollars
They better not mention your name, we buyin' choppas
In that 911 thang, doin' a hunnid
Usually don't do this type of shit, but I said, "F*ck it"
Arguin' with God, nigga, why you take my brother?
Arguin' over chops, nigga, why you take my hunnid?
But one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
They hit me, they sittin' broke and ain't gettin' no money
What's killin' me is they think that shit funny
Sharin' three bands, and they think that shit money
It's the Stinc team, either you with us, or it's f*ck you
You got a hunnid on your head, do your family really love you?
Silly niggas better not play with your name
Silly niggas better not play with the game
I know you hate us, but the name is the name
That's a 911 Porsche, do your thang, do your thang
I'm thinkin' bout' droppin' some change, but I ain't
Twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
You gon' have me put his brains in his lap
I'm thinkin' about makin' a change, but I can't
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
Long live the greatest
If we catch a nigga speakin' on your name, on the gang we gon' K him
My shooters itchin' for blood, this personal, they ain't lookin for no payment
If you ain't want your mama dyin', kids cryin' why you even have to say it?
Bentley's in the front yard, you ain't here it's okay we gon' stay here
Chip the opp lover too, yeah, we know I ain't even have to say it
Fifty ball on the floor told my son and my nephew they can play in it
Why niggas screen recordin' everythin' I do? Got me even scared to say shit
You the police, you the DA, yeah, we know, why you helpin' with they cases?
When they let us out the can they was mad, you could see it on they faces
Off-White, three K's in the car, yes indeed, nigga we racist
Long ropes on the wood, if he cross me, what you trippin' off? These maisons?
I'ma millionaire, lookin' for a credit, guns what they cost? I'ma pay you
Shit man, this shit crazy, Long live Ketchy The Great
I don't know how that nigga go out, he'll rob a car, that shit crazy
Man nigga better not be speakin' out on your name
None of that, I'm not playin' with niggas
Like I said, I'm a millionaire, literally
Nigga, I'm not the one to play with, at all
Don't play with the homie, don't play with his name, nothin'
Don't claim no nothin', niggas claimin' dubs that ain't, niggas ain't even do, nigga
Pieces though
Sticks in the car, we was causin' all the drama
Let a nigga blink wrong, we gon' pop him
Who brought the choppers to the stage with no summer?
Silly niggas want fame, we want dollars
They better not mention your name, we buyin' choppas
In that 911 thang, doin' a hunnid
Usually don't do this type of shit, but I said, "F*ck it"
Arguin' with God, nigga, why you take my brother?
Arguin' over chops, nigga, why you take my hunnid?
But one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
They hit me, they sittin' broke and ain't gettin' no money
What's killin' me is they think that shit funny
Sharin' three bands, and they think that shit money
It's the Stinc team, either you with us, or it's f*ck you
You got a hunnid on your head, do your family really love you?
Silly niggas better not play with your name
Silly niggas better not play with the game
I know you hate us, but the name is the name
That's a 911 Porsche, do your thang, do your thang
I'm thinkin' bout' droppin' some change, but I ain't
Twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
You gon' have me put his brains in his lap
I'm thinkin' about makin' a change, but I can't
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
Long live the greatest
If we catch a nigga speakin' on your name, on the gang we gon' K him
My shooters itchin' for blood, this personal, they ain't lookin for no payment
If you ain't want your mama dyin', kids cryin' why you even have to say it?
Bentley's in the front yard, you ain't here it's okay we gon' stay here
Chip the opp lover too, yeah, we know I ain't even have to say it
Fifty ball on the floor told my son and my nephew they can play in it
Why niggas screen recordin' everythin' I do? Got me even scared to say shit
You the police, you the DA, yeah, we know, why you helpin' with they cases?
When they let us out the can they was mad, you could see it on they faces
Off-White, three K's in the car, yes indeed, nigga we racist
Long ropes on the wood, if he cross me, what you trippin' off? These maisons?
I'ma millionaire, lookin' for a credit, guns what they cost? I'ma pay you
Shit man, this shit crazy, Long live Ketchy The Great
I don't know how that nigga go out, he'll rob a car, that shit crazy
Man nigga better not be speakin' out on your name
None of that, I'm not playin' with niggas
Like I said, I'm a millionaire, literally
Nigga, I'm not the one to play with, at all
Don't play with the homie, don't play with his name, nothin'
Don't claim no nothin', niggas claimin' dubs that ain't, niggas ain't even do, nigga
Pieces though
Writer: Darrell Caldwell
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Copyright: Lyrics © FETCH PUBLISHING