[Intro]
Jordan Kobe
Real nigga, that's on my body
Where was they at?
Everybody callin' my phone man, I don't be pickin' up man
[Chorus]
All these hoes call my phone nigga, and I ain't pickin' up
Where was all these hoes when we was shit out of luck?
Me and Ball was down bad, yeah we was f*cked up
Now I'm JD swervin', pull up in a Nissan truck
Back when we was like a hundred niggas, we was too turned up
Milly used to be my shooter, can't believe nigga went button
I would spec your back door, you ain't never catch no cut
Sneak Gang, no trust nigga, I go with my gut
[Verse]
Any nigga ever told, nigga we don't count them homis
Kill a nigga don't fold nigga, that's 'cause I got him
Two times in my chopper if a f*ck nigga feel froggy
Free Lane nigga, every time they 'round nigga catch a newbody
2015, it's showtime, nigga it was cold
I was out here hittin' licks nigga, all on my own
I was out here beefin' with them niggas all on my own
I was shakin' back for them bullets, niggas wasn't callin' my phone
Niggas wouldn't see I was dome, niggas ain't think I was blown
And my teachers f*ckin' with the same niggas, wanted to see me gone
Not to mention niggas shot my brother, niggas brought the beef shit home
Niggas throwin' dirt on my name, shit I just can't condone
But nigga I stayed ten toes, nigga I ain't never ever break no code
Nigga I ain't never ever told, same nigga likin' my Instagram post
That be the same nigga broke
Same nigga rob me that be hatin' on the low
Why they want me, I don't know
Feds say I'm the reason niggas get smoked
I ain't never gave 'em no dope, I don't know why these lil niggas on go
Nigga I go dolo, I ain't tryna send for another nigga's dope
Why I don't love these hoes, 'cause they quick to give another nigga throat
Nigga ain't tryna bring smoke, I ain't tryna beef 'cause another nigga owe
[Chorus]
All these hoes call my phone nigga, and I ain't pickin' up
Where was all these hoes when we was shit out of luck?
Me and Ball was down bad, yeah we was f*cked up
Now I'm JD swervin', pull up in a Nissan truck
Back when we was like a hundred niggas, we was too turned up
Milly used to be my shooter, can't believe nigga went button
I would spec your back door, you ain't never catch no cut
Sneak Gang, no trust nigga, I go with my gut