The LotThe LotI can you pay me by 60?I don't have a lotAlrightMmmAin't no loyalty that's why they ain't take no trips with usI got them all, I got gikedThat's why I threw sticks for usIf we pull through and do a drillThere'll be no bitch with usI don't respect none of the ops, them niggas bitch to usBye FeliciaBye FeliciaBye FeliciaBye FeliciaBye FeliciaBye FeliciaI been goin' up out my section, I'm at the topOn the biggest hop, I told my bitch about me at gun beforeShe tried to buy me a watchI asked God why he take shotsI asked God why he take shotsOne of them mad at the heavens, nahMmm, I hate when niggas try to be boldBut really be speakin' on youI ain't a lawyer tryna back note and put his people on youJump shot, hit his blockGet the tweakin' for youAnd if I love you, leave a nigga on the scene for youHow you expect me to still love youWhen you changed on meI ain't throw IPUs on the scene, let you bang on meI used my bitch when we had ***I keep that flame in meAnd when I hopped up at the crowd, I heard some thangs on meMmmMmmMmmChanged for my pain, I asked GodWhen it rained, those were tearsThe biggest opp was her opponent to appearAin't no loyalty, that's why they ain't take them trips with usI got demo, I got guideThat's why three states with usIf we put through the drip, there'll be no bitch with usI don't respect none of the oppsWhen niggas bitch to usBye, FeliciaBye, FeliciaBye, FeliciaBye, FeliciaBye, FeliciaBye, FeliciaWhen we pull up with them GlocksAnd we got sticks with usI don't respect none of the oppsWhen niggas bitch to usHit him in his top corners, pick him upState to state, yeah, for that cake, come take a trip with usWhen it's wild, we gon' scoreTry and burn something, treat him like BurbankHit him up with that pop, hit him in his top, leave him on the ground, shake him*** niggas in these streets, yeah, I'm legendaryNigga with the town, manDrip joint all on my wrist, lockKeep stick on my hip, lockRun around in this whip, pack that ***, here we got tits, lockMoney motivated, baby, got these niggas hatin'Cause I'm too rich, chop a bullet, split them bitches, do tricksTry and rush a nigga, two bitsI don't trust a bitch that's too slickMoney on your head from these bricks, lockI'ma pick dial, money on the line, shots fire, they come crisscrossHit his body, knock his hip off, I *** around and get ticked offGot jaws on me, water dripping on my bodyLike I'm in a boil on himAnywhere I go, I toil on meGet to reaching, I'ma see my boys on him, lockAin't no love to you, that's why they ain't take them trips with usI think them hoes will get you popped if you kick them sticks with usIf we pull up and do a drill, don't be no bitch with usI don't respect none of the oppsWhen niggas bitch to usBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy FeliciaBy Felicia