Ain't No Fun

We don't do no walkdowns, we had to run them down They be sneakin' dissin' on the gang, we had to gun them down All that dissin' on them songs, why we not on town Now you leakin' dead, and in the streets, we had to chalk you down I was broke, man, I ain't had no hope, man, you was never around Ride with the switch, make it flip, that's a hundred rounds When I get rich, don't say my name, I ain't gon' turn around I ain't gon' turn around I got all the money and them guns, man, I don't need no clout He Switched up for the fame, he was a lame, but I get it now Every time I'm in the city, but they wanna hate me now Don't trust nobody in the game, the reason why I got the blicky out I said, we don't do no walkdowns, we had to run them down They be dissin' on the gang, the reason why we had to gun them down Now everybody gon' be mad because I'm chasin' to the bag I can't trust these lil' thots because they feinin' for some cash A lot of haters been in my city, I ain't never goin' back Cause when I leave, I do a dash, that's why I had to change the stats All that boostin' on them songs, but you ain't never caught a hat I've been tryin' to leave them mitten but I'm always comin' back Middle fingers to the, middle fingers to the rats Cause when I saw that paperwork, when I see you, I'm on your ass You thinkin' this a game? Still in the streets just like my dad I remember I was young, Up at that store stealing some snacks Man, you ain't MJ, this ARP will do you bad Goin' through too much shit, I had to leave it in the past If I ever sign a deal, they sayin' I'm switchin' up Yeah, we puttin' belt 2 ass, we had to pick that switch up Got my Glock doin' dispensin' you, think I'm doin' pickups Choppa shoot you up and down, I ain't talkin' sit-ups Throwin' dirt on my name, you know we had to dig you up I ain't talkin' bout no whip, this ARP will pick you up I was down up on the ground, then God had to lift me up You ain't from my fuckin' city, nigga, you ain't real as us Smokin' weed to ease the pain away, but I ain't healin' up 4-5 up on my waist, you know we had to kill you, bruh Thats why yo ass ain't never got no money, you ain't gettin' up Don't talk to me when you get broke, this Choppa had to fix you up We don't do no walk-downs, we had to run them down They was sneak dissin on the gang, we had to gun them down All that dissin on them songs while we not in town Now you leakin dead in the streets, we had to chalk you down I was broke, man, I ain't had no hope, man, you ain't never around Round with the switch, make it flip, that's a hundred miles Ayy, when I get rich, don't say my name, I ain't gon' turn around I ain't gon' turn around I got all the mone, and the gun, man, I don't need no clout Switched up for the fame, you some lame, but I get it now Every time I'm in the city, but they wanna hate me now Don't trust nobody in the gang, the reason why I got the blicky out I said we don't do no walk-downs, we had to run them down We had to run em down, we had to run em down Dissin on the gang, the reason why we had to gun them down Smokin weed to ease the pain away But I ain't healing up, 45 up on my waist you know We had to kill you, bruh that's why yo ass ain't never go no money You ain't getting nun, don't talk to me when you get broke This choppa had to fix you up Bah, bah