(Chorus – Gunplay & YG
Me and my dogs in this bi**h like whoop
Jumping off the wall like whoop
Money on the floor like whoop
F**k with me you gon get your a*s whooped
Like waz haning doe? Waz haning doe?
Waz haning doe? Girl, waz haning?
Like waz haning doe? Waz haning doe?
Like waz haning doe? Ni**a waz haning?
(Verse 1 – Gunplay)
A ni**a riding clean 7 tray Chevrolet
Double up on the triple beam everyday
Handgun right here, AK on the way
She charge for the pu**y? That’s cool, I don’t pay
Riding up and down the block looking for the thots
I’m a street sweeper, now go and get the mops
What it do? What it is? Motherf**k what it was
Gunplay, ni**a, and you know what it does
Shots fired, probably one of us
Fire fire, laid him down in his dust
You ain’t my dog, I don’t know you, get the f**k on
Or I’ma be the ni**a that you ran out of luck on
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Gunplay)
Ain’t no games getting played right here
Ain’t no hoes getting saved right here
Ni**a talking bout he opened shop, huh?
But ain’t no money getting made right here
From the south to the west make them bow to the best
Burned a bunch of money and I’m digging up the rest
Got a snow bunny and I broke her for a check
One cent short and I’ma choke her on her neck
Drop bombs on your mom, f**k car alarms
Tats on my face, back, belly, leg, arms
Black bottle busta, can’t knock my hustle
Chopper on my dresser, get it popping, ni**a, what’s up?
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – YG)
Walked in this b**ch like waz haning
I’m from west side Bompton, what’s bracking?
In high school you was a bi**h, why you actin?
You know I’m bi**h ni**a bashing with a passion
You tried to ride on a ni**a that’s a bi**h move
But every punch I throw I swear I hit you
Oh yeah, I’m thirsty, don’t let me hold a pistol
Be at your doorstep like LA Times when it’s an issue
I need to gut a bi**h, never gonna tell her s**t
Don’t give a f**k, when I come home she swallow d*ck
She know I make that cake so she take my case
But try to talk to her she will probably break your face
(Repeat Chorus)
