(feat. Papa Reu) 



Yeah (yeah, yeah), whoa (whoa, whoa) 

Alright (alright), alright (alright) 

Alright (alright), alright (alright)... 



[Lil' O] 

Hey I'm just shaking and moving, moving and shaking 

Getting cash, niggas trying to peep the moves that I'm making 

See these dudes thought I fell off, but these dudes is mistaken 

But I've been balling for a while, so I'm use to the hating 

Ain't no faking in my hustle, while some stanking they stumbling 

They playing games, that's why they stomachs is rumbling, plus when you 

Ride through on something, German shit and sitting on 20 something's 

And drop the top and yell (whoa), you know you born head bumping 

About who wants to get you, what's the word on the streets 

But you get hit with pain killers, just for thinking I'm weak 

You know that real gangsta shit, your body stink in the streets 

The type of stuff that bigger man, on what you thinking is beef 

I got the burdens of a Don, decision decisions 

Should I give him head shots, or give his body incisions 

Can't no one find your man, dog he's literally missing 

To some old man found him fishing, cocksuckers I'm real 



[Hook: Papa Reu & (Lil' O)] 

Now it is real (already), you tried to chill (already) 

You ain't really want no blood to get spilled (already) 

So then you pray (already), and then you pray (already) 

But hatas still begging you, for pistol play 

And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah) 

Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa) 

Grab your K, and that day's today 



[Lil' O] 

My whole attitude changed, when I touched six figgas 

I'm like a lesbian now, I don't fuck with niggas 

It's not cause I think I'm better, but my heart's been broken 

I'm in my four corner room, up late at night one deep smoking 

Trying to keep myself, from tripping and loc'ing 

Cause boys got me so hot, they'll get hit in the open 

And nigga O's not joking, O's not bumping 

Fat Rat with the Cheese, give em something something 

So you need to think twice, I'll remind you bro 

That I've been catching pistol cases, since '94 

So playa please don't judge me, don't mean mug me 

Don't stare at me like that, nigga God don't like ugly 

I'm just trying to get money, and live my life well 

But these bitch niggas, wishing I fail 

But for my kin folk on lock, locked up in a cell 

Know I'm out here giving em hell, cocksuckers I'm real 



[Hook] 



[Papa Reu] 

Try, you try to stay out the waaay 

But guys will drag you into, pistol play 

And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah) 

Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa) 

Grab your K, and that day's today 



[Lil' O] 

Well they say money's power, so respect my rank 

Cause if you sitting in a cell, I can get you shanked 

You on the basketball court, I can get you bank 

It's kinda like war games, you just got out flanked 

By a five star general, on top of a tank 

I send flowers to your funeral, possibly pain 

Cause I'm a Southwest nigga, you know how we think 

We kinda fly but when it's war, man I'm just gon hang 



[Hook] 



[Papa Reu] 

Try, you try to stay out the waaay 

But guys will drag you into, pistol play 

And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah) 

Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa) 

Grab your K, and that day's today