(feat. Big Mello, Vickta Black)



[Hook: x2]

Motherfucker, do you know me

Screaming my name up in vein, well nigga show me

I'm blowing out brains, I'm the same nigga you owe me

I'm bringing the pain they shit change, do you know me do you know me

 

[C-Note:]

I'm that same young nigga, beating down your block

I'm that same young nigga, running up in your spot

I'm that same young nigga, slanging ki's and rocks

I'm the same motherfucker, that be ducking from the cops

Bitches in the beauty shop, screaming we fuck

But the only way we fuck, if I get my dick sucked

Playgirl I ain't coming down, hard in you boo

But some of these niggaz, is bitches too

I seen him last week, with his fake Versacci

Lying to these hoes, saying he down with Botany

He said he booked shows, for that Puff and that Mase

And then he wrote the hit song, "Diamonds Up N' Yo Face"

Word on the street, is that I owed him money

And I ain't never even seen him, now ain't that funny

Spreading rumors, that the diamonds in my mouth was fake

That I ain't never freestyled, on a Screwed Up tape

When I catch you in the streets, I won't be squashing the beef

I'll be trying to be putting slugs, all up in your teeth

One shot with a glock, take him off his feet

Playboy, I'ma put that on my Clover leaf

 

[Hook x2]

 

[Big Mello:]

Empty wagons, make a bunch of noise

Off balance ass niggaz, drugs stoked y'all boys

Be bumping that shit, real G's make moves

We X hoes out the game, and make a get away smooth

Applied hits hit hicks, knocking dents in your click

Stick dick to your bitch, and she won't say shit

You hoe ass niggaz don't know, Big Mello or C-Note

Cause fool we connected, you's a stain with toast

Turning foes to ghosts, sipping fo's on the low

Late night frank those, fucking hoes fa sho

Shutting do's on lows, that'll pose the stilo

Southside collabo, from the P to the Clov'

Steady moving them thangs, you shooting shots on the plane

When the work touch down, putting Jane to the brain

Fuck all y'all niggaz, that wrote your shit

Ol' broke ass niggaz, can't see our click motherfuckers

 

[Hook x2]

 

[Vickta Black:]

You don't know me

Why you keep talking that shit, talking that shit

It's Vickta Black, motherfucker

And it's, no other

Yeah, true ass brother

Slab, motherfucker

Rolling fly, getting high

Super fly, type of guy

Me and C-Note, just bleeding the block

Who that talking bout, we can't be stopped

Third Coast ballers, true shot callers

Breaking off, you no class ballers

Hard to tip, the motherfucking bomb

Yeah nig', we got it going on

Now who that talking bout, stealing my throne

You can't stop us, you can't stop us

 

[Hook x2]