Van Cleef
They pull me in, they started giving me all kinds of questions
You know, this and that
He says, oh, uh, so what are you going to tell us tough guy
My usual, zero, nothing
I tell you, fuck
He said, no, you're going to tell me something today, tough, right
I said, all right, I'll tell you something
Go fuck your mother
Can you turn this up?
Never needed a vouch but shit, gone head ask em
Ask em how I got a bag and flew right past em
Ask em what I really done did for these niggas
They probably won't admit it, but God is my witness
Ask how much they made when I put them on that road
Ask them was I really on the East pushing bows
Ask the last time niggas heard I was broke
They probably wouldn't answer shit, because I don't even know
You would've thought this hoe was blind the way she feeling me
Bro, spent a buck in Icebox off methamphetamine
Tell a hook I'm Muslim if they ask about me selling beans
This should tell you something, I ain't been broke since I was 17
Y'all don't give y'all hoes shit, I tease em with some Van Cleef
Every hoe know my life lit if they fucked with me
If you ain't talking business, then I don't want your company
24 hours in a day, broke niggas get no sympathy
Come shop, if you need it, guess who got it
I don't do fronts, nigga come with all deposits
Rubber band knots, can't do shit with a wallet
Bout to buy out Neiman's, aww shit, this my closet
Got a bag and took off, help your mans, he look lost
Something like a vendor, hit the sto with the sauce
I done made more money off State Farm than Chris Paul
Old school with it, step out of line and get chalked
Cuz think he a barber, he be clipping niggas
How these niggas drop out of school and they finished niggas?
Went crazy off my UK Bin, that shit different, innit it
Jack boys know you a sucker, so they get the licking
Never needed a vouch but shit, gone head ask em
Ask em how I got a bag and flew right past em
Ask em what I really done did for these niggas
They probably won't admit it, but God is my witness
Ask how much they made when I put them on that road
Ask them was I really on the East pushing bows
Ask the last time niggas heard I was broke
They probably wouldn't answer shit, because I don't even know
So now I'm coming around, you know
I start to come out of it
Who do I see in front of me
This big prick again
He says, oh, what do you want to tell me now, tough guy
I said, Bing, what are you doing here
I thought I told you to go fuck your mother
You know, this and that
He says, oh, uh, so what are you going to tell us tough guy
My usual, zero, nothing
I tell you, fuck
He said, no, you're going to tell me something today, tough, right
I said, all right, I'll tell you something
Go fuck your mother
Can you turn this up?
Never needed a vouch but shit, gone head ask em
Ask em how I got a bag and flew right past em
Ask em what I really done did for these niggas
They probably won't admit it, but God is my witness
Ask how much they made when I put them on that road
Ask them was I really on the East pushing bows
Ask the last time niggas heard I was broke
They probably wouldn't answer shit, because I don't even know
You would've thought this hoe was blind the way she feeling me
Bro, spent a buck in Icebox off methamphetamine
Tell a hook I'm Muslim if they ask about me selling beans
This should tell you something, I ain't been broke since I was 17
Y'all don't give y'all hoes shit, I tease em with some Van Cleef
Every hoe know my life lit if they fucked with me
If you ain't talking business, then I don't want your company
24 hours in a day, broke niggas get no sympathy
Come shop, if you need it, guess who got it
I don't do fronts, nigga come with all deposits
Rubber band knots, can't do shit with a wallet
Bout to buy out Neiman's, aww shit, this my closet
Got a bag and took off, help your mans, he look lost
Something like a vendor, hit the sto with the sauce
I done made more money off State Farm than Chris Paul
Old school with it, step out of line and get chalked
Cuz think he a barber, he be clipping niggas
How these niggas drop out of school and they finished niggas?
Went crazy off my UK Bin, that shit different, innit it
Jack boys know you a sucker, so they get the licking
Never needed a vouch but shit, gone head ask em
Ask em how I got a bag and flew right past em
Ask em what I really done did for these niggas
They probably won't admit it, but God is my witness
Ask how much they made when I put them on that road
Ask them was I really on the East pushing bows
Ask the last time niggas heard I was broke
They probably wouldn't answer shit, because I don't even know
So now I'm coming around, you know
I start to come out of it
Who do I see in front of me
This big prick again
He says, oh, what do you want to tell me now, tough guy
I said, Bing, what are you doing here
I thought I told you to go fuck your mother
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Writer(s): Richie Gibbs
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