Fuckin With Yall

(Girl, is that) nigga Hell nah, we ain't sell Them niggas nothin', they the police Punch me in (Punch me in) Keep all that, nigga, let's get this Shit, let's get this money, nigga Ayy, nigga, yeah Trappin' in the Hills I ain't change clothes in four weeks Tryin' hard as hell just to Keep this shit lowkey Just had a thousand yams Now I'm on my last four G's Grab all the jewelry out the safe New hunnids out the bank Two thousand for my jeans Spent a band on some drank Ten thousand on your head You'll be gone in a day I know you ain't really shoppin' 'cause you coppin' in LA I just killed the summer Put six hundred out the Bay It ain't a turnaround if you Ain't back the samе day Back to back, me and Ray, them niggas hurt Look at they facе rollie cost me sixty I ain't never set the time of day (Time of day) i made a killin' off them Pills that look like basketballs You niggas mad 'cause we still Ain't fuckin' with y'all Hit the club for thirty days straight And f*ck up the bars Buy Kris and don't drink it Pour that shit all on broads Throw twenty for no reason Do that shit for my dogs Big F, Forgiattos, though I'm fuckin' 'em raw I jump right out the foreign I ain't gotta put it in park If I told you what it took I wouldn't know where to start Gave my all to the streets This shit done frozen my heart Ayy, nigga (That's right) Made a killin' off them pills That look like basketballs Still broke, that's the reason we Don't f*ck with y'all, nigga Nigga, ayy i made a killin' off them Pills that look like basketballs You niggas mad 'cause we still Ain't fuckin' with y'all