02 Shit (Remix)

[Intro]
[?] on the beat
Lil bitch, Lil bitch
Ay look

[Verse]
Put that on the gang imma ride for my brothers
Don't care if they wrong or they right
Don't fuck with these new niggas, stay with a few niggas just as some helpful advice
These goofy lil niggas be selling they soul for a couple of likes
These goofy lil niggas they gon break the code
Once they offer him life
You put in that work and you got caught and you told, so you lost all your stripes
Take a stab in the back by a nigga you trust, that hurt you way more than a knife
These goofy lil niggas don't grind for a purpose they just want a new pair of Mikes
Shout out to the hustlers they handle the business, they posted up like Dwight
When I was 16, I was toting them thangs
I was done playing nice
Every time I pop out had the pole on my side
I think I forgot how to fight
Ain't ballin my fists up don't [?] just get out the way or get striked
You used to catch me outside all the time but now I nowhere in sight
If you looking for me bitch
I'm somewhere lowkey countin money and smoking on chronic
Ain't shit on my mind but them hunnids just think about hustlin and making a profit
Ain't no point in talking if you is not family or gang and them bands ain't the topic
My chain shine so bright get that bitch in a daze
I think that my diamonds hypnotic
Ride on my dick she gon bounce like hydraulics
I beat that shit up like I'm boxing
Suck till I bust she gon lick up that nut make her take in these kids like adoption
Now I walk past her like I never new her
I can't settle down cause I'm popping
Can't make her my wife she gon fuck up my life when it come to a business my logic
You savin these hoes you a sucker hero I think you belong in the comics
I feel like James Harden dont shoot with the left just got my Guwapp off them rockets
I don't got the pole, you get woe knock em out with a combo and go in his pockets
Opps ain't get money them niggas is bummy they just should quit it and stop it
Niggas be bitches but they talk like the wit it
I find that shit kinda ironic
You wolf on the book ima slide with them crooks make a nigga take off like he sonic
Can't no star go at it with us cause we gon fuck em up when we startin no stopin
Come dressed in all black like I'm gothic
I be with the killers stay with the pole like a stripper
My niggas demonic
You know I'm not missing when I get to the blickin a pole with the heat like I'm Dragic
I don't got to shoot got assassins to pay up I just give em a price and they cock it
Put a band on your head like Bin Wallace
I handle my lists and they going on spree but them lil niggas ain't going shopping
If we on yo ass then prepare for that casket
Keeping yo life ain't an option
Thomas start slappin the drill on the pump and you can get hit just for watching
.45 get to knockin
Weeks later I'm cool like it's Betty be watchin
CPD came fuck the jakes I can't fuck with the pigs like I am Islamic
And that's on my momma
I ain't for the BS, I ain't for the drama
For the days I was broke I'm just tryna get on my [?] and fuck up some commas
Be a young nigga running this shit like the president
I'm tryna feel like Obama
Ralph Lauren everything
Double G everything
Keep on Louis and Prada
You know I be flee a bitch killer saying "I'm guilty, I'm sorry yo honor"

[Outro]
Ay
Lil bitch
Yeah I'm guilty I'm sorry yo honor
Aha