[Intro]

(Al Geno on the motherfuckin' track)

[Chorus]

Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah

I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young nigga in my city having motion

I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?

SRT truck, pipe it up

She ain't got no swag, I spice her up

Put ice on her like hockey puck

Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck

I lost a down and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These niggas can't get no stripes off us

These niggas can't take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off me)

[Verse 1]

I don't care if you ain't hit nothin', long as you got out shootin' (Long as you got out bustin')

I don't carе if they got the dope and thе money, if you ain't tell, you're cool

I had to sell my shoes (Sell my shoes)

I used to fail in school (I used to fail, you know)

I'm tryna milk the ho (I'm tryna milk these bitches)

They tryna spoil the mood (Won't spoil this shit)

My dawg, he got caught servin' undercovers (Yeah, yeah)

I wish before he made them plays, he would've audibled (Yeah, yeah)

Cartier, Dior, this ain't cashmere

I don't even know her, but she say I fucked her last year, hey

This year, and I put it in fast gear

I been the one, I seen a nigga get murked playin' both sides

I been the one, .38 a Hellcat, shit was Scatpack

Twenty-one, just hit for 10K, I was playing blackjack (Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack)

[Chorus]

Every nigga wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah

I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young nigga in my city having motion

I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?

SRT truck, pipe it up

She ain't got no swag, I spice her up

Put ice on her like hockey puck

Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck

I lost a down and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These niggas can't get no stripes off us

These niggas can't take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off me)

[Verse 2]

I know some hoes who take care of niggas

I know some hoes who ride with they pistols

Told her my size 'cause she was a stealer

I put some boosters inside of a Triller

Can't trust my homies, them niggas some killers

Shit get humongous, they cool, they grow bigger

5.56 in the Kel-Tec (In the Kel-Tec)

I walk on shit just like I'm T-Rex

This ho hood, but she arrogant, hey

Her mouth'll make you marry her

I don't care if it's illegal, I'm still gon' carry it

Ayy, them niggas broke, shit embarrassing

She from the 'Nolia, the ho got accent

Got niggas in jail who gettin' the packs in

I know young strikers, I know young strikers, I know young strikers

All we shoot is dices (Yeah, yeah)

All we shoot is rifles

[Chorus]

Yeah, every nigga wanna be a motherfuckin' boss, yeah

I ain't been to church, but I know how to play the cross, yeah

Every young nigga in my city having motion

I'm ready to elude, can you tell me where the folks went?

SRT truck, pipe it up

She ain't got no swag, I spice her up

Put ice on her like hockey puck

Shit gon' go bad, don't try your luck

I lost a down and spiked my cup

I lost a bitch and found the plug

These niggas can't get no stripes off us

These niggas can't take no pipes off us (Can't take no guns off me)