Don't Look Like Props

(Ayy, Cameron, you the man now) (Jai Beats on the track, boy) Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property This shit give you bad luck, I can't take none of this shit out with me Walked out of jail fresh to death, bitch, that's a felony How shawty wanna cuff a G you would've thought she was arrestin' me Extensions on my Glock I'm out huntin' after the opp I'm not takin' pictures with guns 'cause these bitches don't look like props Now niggas really get shot, they end up somewhere dead Send them Zoes after your top, told 'em, "Bring me that nigga head" I send them Zoes after your body, told 'em, "Snatch that nigga soul" He'll do it for the bread even though he still on parole Ain't never been a ho, he on go when it's time to shoot I grew up around killers, ain't have to go and recruit I grew up around soldiers who bring pistols in the club Ain't takin' shit from me but we will give his ass these slugs My cup from the mud, my diamonds from the dirt My nigga off them drugs, he tweakin' off the Percs He geekin' out his body, you could get shot just for lookin' wrong This .40 be the kryptonite for the niggas that think they super strong This pistol take his power, have him beggin' like a coward I ain't never goin' for nothin', f*ck nigga, I'm from Broward Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property This shit give you bad luck, I can't take none of this shit out with me Walked out of jail fresh to death, bitch, that's a felony How shawty wanna cuff a G you would've thought she was arrestin' me Extensions on my Glock I'm out huntin' after the opp I'm not takin' pictures with guns 'cause these bitches don't look like props Now niggas really get shot, they end up somewhere dead Send them Zoes after your top, told 'em, "Bring me that nigga head"