(feat. Big Mello, Vickta Black)

[Hook: x2]

Mother$#&@er, do you know me
Screaming my name up in vein, well ^!$$% show me
I'm blowing out brains, I'm the same ^!$$% you owe me

I'm bringing the pain they %#@! change, do you know me do you know me

[C-Note:]

I'm that same young ^!$$%, beating down your block
I'm that same young ^!$$%, running up in your spot
I'm that same young ^!$$%, slanging ki's and rocks

I'm the same mother$#&@er, that be ducking from the cops
(*##$es in the beauty shop, screaming we $#&@
But the only way we $#&@, if I get my dick sucked

Playgirl I ain't coming down, hard in you boo
But some of these ^!$$%z, is (*##$es too
I seen him last week, with his fake Versacci

Lying to these hoes, saying he down with Botany
He said he booked shows, for that Puff and that Mase
And then he wrote the hit song, "Diamonds Up N' Yo Face"

Word on the street, is that I owed him money
And I ain't never even seen him, now ain't that funny
Spreading rumors, that the diamonds in my mouth was fake

That I ain't never freestyled, on a Screwed Up tape
When I catch you in the streets, I won't be squashing the beef
I'll be trying to be putting slugs, all up in your teeth

One shot with a glock, take him off his feet
Playboy, I'ma put that on my Clover leaf


[Hook x2]

[Big Mello:]

Empty wagons, make a bunch of noise
Off balance $$# ^!$$%z, drugs stoked y'all boys
Be bumping that %#@!, real G's make moves

We X hoes out the game, and make a get away smooth
Applied hits hit hicks, knocking dents in your click
Stick dick to your (*##$, and she won't say %#@!

You hoe $$# ^!$$%z don't know, Big Mello or C-Note
Cause fool we connected, you's a stain with toast
Turning foes to ghosts, sipping fo's on the low

Late night frank those, $#&@ing hoes fa sho
Shutting do's on lows, that'll pose the stilo
Southside collabo, from the P to the Clov'

Steady moving them thangs, you shooting shots on the plane
When the work touch down, putting Jane to the brain
$#&@ all y'all ^!$$%z, that wrote your %#@!

Ol' broke $$# ^!$$%z, can't see our click mother$#&@ers

[Hook x2]


[Vickta Black:]
You don't know me

Why you keep talking that %#@!, talking that %#@!
It's Vickta Black, mother$#&@er
And it's, no other

Yeah, true $$# brother
Slab, mother$#&@er
Rolling fly, getting high

Super fly, type of guy
Me and C-Note, just bleeding the block
Who that talking bout, we can't be stopped

Third Coast ballers, true shot callers
Breaking off, you no class ballers
Hard to tip, the mother$#&@ing bomb

Yeah nig', we got it going on
Now who that talking bout, stealing my throne
You can't stop us, you can't stop us


[Hook x2]