(Intro – Rick Ross)
Any ni**a, any ni**a been throwing shade or hating in the last 3 years, f**k em
Yeah, we s**tting on you right now
We ain’t giving no passes, yeah, you pu**y
Bang, ha, bang
Ni**as still got the same car from my Trilla album, what?
(Verse 1 – Papoose)
This summer, I’m only riding in convertibles, son
I’m signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time
Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct
Quit yapping, you ain’t packing a mean grip
Automatic with 3 clips
You rap with no reason
Stacked with some mean chips
I spent a rack on a clean whip
Backing it back with a key flip
Back and…man, don’t have to believe it
Married the queen chick
She be keeping her king lit
I be liking her cleavage
Clapping up leaches
When they ratchet, I leak it
That’s when I’m reaching
You paraplegic
Automatic, Master P but you get defeated with the mafia like the 3 6
The kingpin have an actual reason to stop you maggots from breathing
No casa fire, how it’s pacifier, fire arms, fire chromes when you rappers exceeded
Trapping and eating, got em back on the defence, I be having em speechless
Fire flashing, got em…feeling shots but I gotta see it
(Chorus – Jaquae)
This time I ain’t playing fair
I’ma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn
Ni**a, it’s about that time
I’m back on my bulls**t
I’m back on my bulls**t
I said I’m back on my bulls**t
I’m back on my bulls**t, hey
(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
Met Pap in 96, fresh off the bus
Residue in my raps from holding dust
I didn’t wanna in case I made her touch her toes
We touching money but really, who touch the most?
We on the corner with my slugs popping wheelies
We never run cause we know who run the city
She on the train just to let us run the train
Who do the body, I’ma give that boy a chain
Hustler, I got it tatted on my neck
20 deal Presidents tatted across my chest
Now they say that boy the best
Tell us what you know cause you don’t get no respect
I pass it to Papoose out on a fast break
Her pu**y can never be better than what’s in my ashtray
Bang, biggest
Her pu**y can never be better than what’s in my ashtray
(Chorus – Jaquae)
This time I ain’t playing fair
I’ma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn
Ni**a, it’s about that time
I’m back on my bulls**t
I’m back on my bulls**t
I said I’m back on my bulls**t
I’m back on my bulls**t, hey
(Outro – Rick Ross)
Ayo, Pap, remember when we met at the 5 villains photoshoot?
Like yo, ain’t no 5 Philly villains, ni**a
We the future of the rap game
Future of the culture
We the biggest
We shook hands then, homie
See it in my eyes then, ni**a, let’s go
