SYBAU

(Hey Jayme, what we on?)
Alright
Alright
(1204, he made this shit, nigga!)

That nigga ain't gang for real, when we was out slidin', that nigga wasn't clappin' with us (he wasn't clappin' with us)
Niggas so tough on the real, but when he just landed on Dave, they was slappin' him up (they was)
We don't even count our hats, we just spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' and rackin' 'em up
They say the opps outside, here go a gun
You gon' shoot or you savage, or what?
Nissan without windows, the bird put up and we jumpin' in traffic, or what?
Damn, he got hit all in this shit
That's what he get tryna get on a bus
Out here trickin' on hoes, lil bro 'nem'll count two minutes to send us some dust
I really hate all the sayin', especially the goofy-ass niggas who rush, I don't rush
Please don't tweak it, don't tweak it, don't get fucked up out here tryna show you tough
I'm finna up me an M again, which one of you niggas wanna call my bluff?
Got a lil bitch from the D, I done fucked so good she done went to go buy me some Buffs
Go check my name, I ain't told on shit, I say I don't know when I'm in them cuffs

Now he wanna kill me, niggas be crazy, mad at me 'cause his sister's a slut (that bitch a hoe)
Did all that talkin', but the bitch-ass can't say shit when I pop up the cut (come here)
If the feds ever hear these songs, I promise I'm up in the stu just makin' shit up
Yeah, you got a BBL, this all for a talk
Let me see it do a jiggle, or what?
If you 'round Marshall one more time, I'm gon' dig his bitch ass up
Caught him on Christmas, he wasn't in the spirit, it's cool, we still lit his dumb ass up
This bigger than Biggie and 'Pac, we don't care where you at, who you with, we still hittin' 'em up
We had to come take his life, do I feel bad? Hell nah, he wasn't livin' it up
Yeah, you gettin' a little bit of paper, but when you compare with me, you ain't gettin' enough
He tryna come slide and die, that shit so funny, I guess he ain't givin' it enough
I'm textin' the phone, I text 'bout S-Y-B-A-U, shut this bitch ass up
When I turn 23, I need a hundred million
White hoes with big-ass butts
He say he a gangster, but on weekends he be outside gettin' drunk off cut
I know he mad as fuck, got the bitch right here in my crib gettin' drunk off nut
If you wanna catch you a bite, just bang my line, let me know, I'm gon' give you a tussle
I don't know about other rappers, but any time they play with my name, somebody get touched
I don't even gotta get up close, I can dump with the deep, my glasses be comin' in clutch
I ain't checked on Dave since he got shot
I bet he gon' say it ain't hurt that much
It ain't no nigga again that said that they ain't up on us, 'cause it ain't no street
He had his gun and froze, he baby boy, they had to tell him bust

Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't ready to shoot that gun, nigga
And get that hand out your gun if you ain't gon' shoot it when you need to, nigga
Go put that gun down and pick up a book, you bitch-ass nigga
If you ain't got no money to buy yourself out, put the gun down