Chorus 
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one around to 
Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you 
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue 
Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes 
Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news 
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune 
Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom 
Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you 

Verse 1 
It’s easy to touch a nigga when you playing with them bands 
Type of money I could get you wacked uh by ya man 
Type of money make me know why momma nem say don’t trust yo friend 
Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gone cross you in the end 
Keep ya lil hand out don’t worry bout jack he gone be alright 
Fuck the pilot baby I’m the flyest on this private flight 
Rockin off-white thank the lord no more off nights 
I tote big pipes sorry mom I like gun fights 
RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil one at the light 
I can’t speak on you and yours but me and mine gone shoot on sight 
Tell lil boy up the 30 I said I’m up there like a kite 
All my niggas that be with me don’t care if I’m wrong don’t care if I’m right 
All my niggas them they be violent ran up stolo mileage 
Spinnin’ pullin triggers til we catching arthritis 
Better yet gone catch us a body 
Choppa got titties tryna get naughty 
And I’m creeping late night with the zombies 
Late night got caught in ya pajamas 

Chorus
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no around to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue
Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you

Verse 2
Before he even much started he knew he was gone win
Lil bad ass jit walk around with no shoes finally ran up all them bands
Bad ass jit used to walk with no shoes look how niggas envy him
Fucked around and jumped on protools now these bitches jump on him
Selling sand there was plenty sand I just play with grams
Give a damn about what you saying I’m a let it blam
Let it blam make you disappear a la ka kazzam
Boy go ham that is not yo fam left you in a jam
Free Jaray she was right here with me doing day for day
Don’t talk to you but every other month so son make sure you straight
Real nigga he step to the plate gone make something shake
Real nigga he grind for them racks then got out the way

Chorus
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no around to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue
Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew pull up with mopsticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you