[Chorus x8: Crunchy Blac]
ain't no n**** gonna play wit me
[Verse 1: La Chat]
I got anna with you souls
Strapped up with the 44
Use to kick it with this b**** but now I'm buckin at this hoe
Never was a friend of me
Labeled as a enemy
I can't go I know you know its on when we hit them streets
La chat ain't no f***** hoe thats somethin that I'm funna show
All you broads and b****** cuz g****** I just can't take no more
Show up at ya ????? smack ya mammy with the tone
Teach you when you play with me you gone b**** its gone be on
I got plans for me and you so what the f*** you gonna do
????? your nuts then your f***** I bet I make the news
Tired of all you sissy b****** finna go up on a mission
Kill up all these hatin m************ and these n***** dissin
Never would you ever see
La chat ballin off some weed
Got me f***** up I can't go I'm buckin n***** constantly
Know when b****** test my pimpin thats when b****** end up missin
Know they told you about my killin so your weak a** should of listened
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]
Me and my dog we ridin low
And my dog picked anotha dog and guess what joe
They was doin a drug deal in the mist of my face
And you know me n**** I had to get a taste
I ain't with catchin cases
I'm with makin paper
And all you other n***** out here catchin vapors
Imma tape up ya body and put ya in the trunk
And ride around wit yo a** listenin to some b**p
And then
I'm gonna goto your crib and kick in the door
Lay you on the floor and ask ya where the money bro
I ain't a hoe
I thought you knew that joe
And everybody else I'm lettin here the gunsmoke
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust b****
Some of my n***** that
Some of my n***** this
Some of my n***** tote gats and they let em bliss
Some of my n***** tote bats and they beat ya b****
[Repeat chorus]
ain't no n**** gonna play wit me
[Verse 1: La Chat]
I got anna with you souls
Strapped up with the 44
Use to kick it with this b**** but now I'm buckin at this hoe
Never was a friend of me
Labeled as a enemy
I can't go I know you know its on when we hit them streets
La chat ain't no f***** hoe thats somethin that I'm funna show
All you broads and b****** cuz g****** I just can't take no more
Show up at ya ????? smack ya mammy with the tone
Teach you when you play with me you gone b**** its gone be on
I got plans for me and you so what the f*** you gonna do
????? your nuts then your f***** I bet I make the news
Tired of all you sissy b****** finna go up on a mission
Kill up all these hatin m************ and these n***** dissin
Never would you ever see
La chat ballin off some weed
Got me f***** up I can't go I'm buckin n***** constantly
Know when b****** test my pimpin thats when b****** end up missin
Know they told you about my killin so your weak a** should of listened
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]
Me and my dog we ridin low
And my dog picked anotha dog and guess what joe
They was doin a drug deal in the mist of my face
And you know me n**** I had to get a taste
I ain't with catchin cases
I'm with makin paper
And all you other n***** out here catchin vapors
Imma tape up ya body and put ya in the trunk
And ride around wit yo a** listenin to some b**p
And then
I'm gonna goto your crib and kick in the door
Lay you on the floor and ask ya where the money bro
I ain't a hoe
I thought you knew that joe
And everybody else I'm lettin here the gunsmoke
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust b****
Some of my n***** that
Some of my n***** this
Some of my n***** tote gats and they let em bliss
Some of my n***** tote bats and they beat ya b****
[Repeat chorus]