[Intro]
Double S
(Who's Chupi anyways?)
[Chorus]
I ain't wit' that phony shit
Hop out, nigga, wit' the stick
Pull up on you bustin' shit, I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you see me in the bity you know that I'm clutchin'
YL be wit' real shooters, that's why they can't touch him
[Verse]
Nigga must think that I'm p*ssy but it don't
Yeah, that rap shit, get you wrapped quick, get you wacked, bitch
Blow you off the f*ckin' map, bitch, bitch, we clap shit
And I hope you ain't think I was f*ckin' done
Downin' all these f*ck niggas just like Vietnam
Niggas know that the boy YL like to play wit' bombs
Might hear my name, hear Osama
Y'all lil niggas know I bring that pressure to your mama house
Just like a candle, nigga, we gon' have to blow you out
I'll send my young nigga, pull up on you, air it out
Know these niggas p*ssy, boy, these niggas ain't for real
I pull up wit' a stick and catch a kill
YL not a slave but I'm really in the field
If you play we take your top off like a double seal
Got a bad yellow thot bitch but she from Brazil
[Chorus]
I ain't wit' that phony shit
Hop out, nigga, wit' the stick
Pull up on you bustin' shit, I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you see me in the building you know that I'm clutchin'
YL be wit' real shooters, that's why they can't touch him
I ain't wit' that phony shit
Hop out, nigga, wit' the stick
Pull up on you bustin' shit, I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you see me in the bity you know that I'm clutchin'
YL be wit' real shooters, that's why they can't touch him