Why You Frontin'

(Shooter) (Ain't see you in none) (Samo ain't what) What? Why you tryna fool her? Aye I gave the stick to my shooter I gotta bus a maneuver All of my niggaz designated shooters Hit em' off the revel or the scooter Shawty bad the gang tryna do her (What) You ain't a steppa why you tryna fool her (Nigga) Ya pockets hurt you a bum (Bum) You got Christian Dior's is that even yours I'm up in the stores ain't seen you in none (Ain't see you in none) Niggaz saying that Samo ain't what (Samo ain't what) Back out the chop and run all ya chains Ain't put in no pain when he was in chains Like free all my Lockdowns, Niggaz talking hot speakin on my name Made me spin the (Bow) Clock now, Bitches movin wock its all for the fame Made me hit the Block now, and they know that I got it So, I gotta really watch out for the Opps now, If I got to, I push the block on the block Watch out for the Bitches do whatever we say Got my hoes runnin relays (Got my hoes runnin relays) Z shit that's what we say Do em' dirty on the freeway (Do em' dirty on the freeway) That nigga a stain lemme see that chain Give a f*ck what he paid (Give a f*ck what he paid) My bitches the shit They order and flipping and shit off of eBay (Ordering shit off of eBay) Word to my dead Don't aim for the legs ya niggaz is buggin (Spin on em') My nigga I'm Curry with 30, I step back and get to bussin Acting up make me up it Mad of these niggaz be frontin' (Bow, Bow) If I don't got it then I'm bluffing But niggaz really had you runnin (B-B-Boom) She call me baby like I'm Ciggy I got like a hunnid and fifty (I got like a hunnid and) Baby, you could come and jink me I ain't really into quickies (I ain't really into what) I won't leave without the Wesson so none of these niggaz could clip me (What) (I won't leave without the Wesson so none of these niggaz could clip me) Aye, I gave the stick to my shoota I gotta bus a maneuver All of my niggaz designated shooters (B-B-Boom) Hit em' off the revel or the scooter Shawty bad the gang tryna do her (What) You ain't a steppa why you tryna fool her (Nigga) Ya pockets hurt you a bum (Bum) You got Christian Dior's Is that even yours I'm up in the stores ain't seen you in none (Ain't see you in none) Niggaz saying that Samo ain't what (Samo ain't what) Back out the chop and run all ya chains Ain't put in no pain when he was in chains, Like Aye, I gave the stick to my shooter I gotta bus a maneuver All of my niggaz designated shooters Hit em' off the revel or the scooter Shawty bad the gang tryna do her (What) You ain't a steppa why you tryna fool her (Nigga) Ya pockets hurt you a bum (Bum) You got Christian Dior's is that even yours I'm up in the stores ain't seen you in none Niggaz saying that Samo ain't what (Samo ain't what) Back out the chop and run all ya chains Ain't put in no pain when he was in chains