Told Ya

Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight (Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna-, yeah

Pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight
Sell out a show, that's a day in the life
When niggas be hating, they words filled with spite
And they not getting money, they don't got a life
That shit really funny 'cause I never cared
I'm at the top, at the highest of tiers
You is not scaring me, don't got a fear
If anything, nigga, I'm making it clear

Calling up Slump, he gon' bring a lil' choppa, that choppa gon' shoot, we gon' bring out Dakota
Give that boy a fucking Wonderman, heating them lips, so you better say I done told you
I know that you is not 'bout all that shit you be talking 'bout, nigga, I know that you folding
I do not wan' talk to you if you not talking 'bout no money 'cause that shit not important
My brother keep that G-L-O-cock and that shit might spray at the opps
Finna cop me a new fit, I don't give two shits 'bout price, give a fuck 'bout the cost
Better put your chips on 'cause I'm gon' shoot the fuck up like some mo'fucking stocks
We gon' pull up on that boy, we not stopping no shit, nigga, know that we not finna pause
Hit her then pass her, know I'm finna dump her
Mixing that Prada with that Undercover
Not from Louisville, but this choppa got some sluggers
Know I don't want a bitch, I just wan' fuck her
Go to a show and then count all my money, and repeat that shit every mo'fucking day
I gotta make one call and my niggas running up on you, they shooting them K's

Pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight
Sell out a show, that's a day in the life
When niggas be hating, they words filled with spite
And they not getting money, they don't got a life
That shit really funny 'cause I never cared
I'm at the top, at the highest of tiers
You is not scaring me, don't got a fear
If anything, nigga, I'm making it clear

Yeah (Huh), FN going through doors (Huh)
Nigga, you repo poles (Yeah)
I'ma be rich either way it go (Yeah)
I'ma keep on spreading these, yeah (Uh-huh)
Thirty thousand on my left wrist
You ain't acting right, then you'll get left quick (Yeah)
That ain't my ho, man, that's your bitch (Your bitch)
I done run out of Oxy', I'm dope sick (Do)
I'ma put a watch on both wrists (What?)
Better put a lock on your bitch (Yeah)
Way too fed, I can't show this (Nah)
Knowing I'm carrying them ghost glicks (Yeah)
New pack in the mail, it's new switches (Huh)
I got new poles, I'm finna go fishing (Yeah)
All my guys gon' stand on business, yeah

Pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight
Sell out a show, that's a day in the life
When niggas be hating, they words filled with spite
And they not getting money, they don't got a life
That shit really funny 'cause I never cared
I'm at the top, at the highest of tiers
You is not scaring me, don't got a fear
If anything, nigga, I'm making it clear

Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna fight (Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pull out a stick 'cause we not finna-, yeah