Cyanide

Talkin' all that shit futseg' Me and my niggas lit, you wack Pull up with a Uzi, boy you boutta get tapped Wish I could've had A-reee in this track Brand new bitch, she hot I can't give a f*ck about a thot" And if I get that money, I'ma ball it to the top They thinking that I'm finished, but I ain't even start. One hundred and thirty bandz in the safe You acting up, bitch, what a shame. I made it out the hood, I'm bout to make it to the States I never chase a bitch, ain't got the pace I'm the new wave, what you thought Everything dead, corpses I did it on my own and now I feel like baby boy They hating on me cause they ain't got the choice Talkin' all that shit futseg' Me and my niggas lit, you wack Pull up with a Uzi, boy you boutta get tapped Wish I could've had A-reee in this track Brand new bitch, she hot I can't give a f*ck about a thot" And if I get that money, I'ma ball it to the top They thinking that I'm finished, but I ain't even start.