Couple Men (feat. Lil Phantom)

If you tryna stop me gonna need a couple men Everybody that they sent ain't make it to they bed Stay away from me cuz I ain't following no trends Stick a hater make him go home all he see is red Try to stop my brudda bring a couple extra men I can fit like 7 duffles in that fuckin culinan Tell a mother fucker try me he gon have to meet his end If they wanna sign me ima need a couple bands Making my money these niggas know I been ahead I can spend it in a week but I'd be quick to make that bread Steppa, biggest hustler I know that you heard what I said I could never love a hoe but I could love could love my dough instead My brudda told me meet you at the top I told him see you then It don't take to much for me to spend it all and make it back Play with me then you gon see how I pull up and I attack Take my dogs up off they leash and I can't neva hold em back I could never hold em down Yea that boy be talking smack Don't give attention to a clown Yeah Lil Phantom got my back We be cruising all around Tryna locate where you at Town to town you not around Keep on hiding like a rat I do no talking Finna stalk him Very known I do this often Get to plotting Hit him harder knock him out his fucking sockets In my pocket got xd I pull it out not just to cock it We be mobbing If I'm feeling good I'm dealing heavy damage to his noggin bitch Best watch out for who you rocking with Don't make any moves that I might question Ima clock it bitch F*ck a hoe Had to leave that girl cuz I ain't like the bitch Try to play with me and set me up I might just sock a bitch I might hit it once then kick her out ain't playing soccer bitch I might hit the club they can't frisk me and I brought it with Coppin from the market you would think I'm with the stocks and shit Walking on the carpet they treat me like I'm the boss of shit With a bad broad with skin same as the henny If you want bread lil shorty well I got plenty I was down bad member I was stacking pennies Now I celebrate like every day with hundreds and some twenties bitch Just another fuckin day Yeah, with all this fucking dough You don't want me here to stay But you keep it on the low Yea we starting from the bottom Now we coming up fosho You know I am not alone Cuz I'm balling with my clone Drop out drop out nigga you ain't making that Pop out pop out nigga face the fucking facts Broke boy broke boy you stained that lil fuckin rack F*ck that f*ck that I can always make it back And you know my pockets fat Yea you know I got the gat Yea you know I count em racks Pussy what you know bout that I was with Lil Phantom hustling we always chase the bag We ain't doing y'all no favors don't forget to pay us back