Outro

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
They don't make niggas like me no more
Hell nah

I told 'em I'm the truth
I told 'em yeah I got the
Juice but not OJ the juice
I told 'em I'm the man
Yeah I run in thirty-two
I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock
It hold 'bout 32 i told 'em I'm the shit
I told 'em I got his bitch
I told 'em that I was gon' get this money
I wanna be rich

I told 'em that they lame as fuck
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
I told 'em, then I showed 'em
Then I flexed on 'em
Yeah I pulled up in that Hellcat
With that check on 'em
Yeah I pulled up at the Texaco
Got good smoke uh huh I got that stupid gas
I got good smoke
And I got that brick, yeah that fishscale
That good blow
And I'm movin' blow like I'm
N that movie Blow
Nigga try to play I'ma get yo ass blown
Just like this blunt that I just smoked
Yeah, haha
Slime you be on that real bullshit

I told 'em I'm the truth
I told 'em yeah I got the
Juice but not OJ the juice
I told 'em I'm the man
Yeah I run in thirty-two
I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock
It hold 'bout 32 i told 'em I'm the shit
I told 'em I got his bitch
I told 'em that I was gon' get this money
I wanna be rich

God damn
Hell yeah I sold my soul but I'm not mojo
Never snitchin' on a nigga
Send me to deathrow
I'm a real street nigga
Mama ain't raise no ho
Catch me on the block
I'm from Bouldercrest road
Hell yeah I'm PDE hell yeah I'm CTD
Hell yeah it's money over bitches
Shit so MOB
And hell these niggas ain't fuck
Yeah they cannot fuck with me
And hell yeah you lookin' for me
I'm out in these streets
And hell yeah I'm on the block
I'm on the front street

I told 'em I'm the truth
I told 'em yeah I got the
Juice but not OJ the juice
I told 'em I'm the man
Yeah I run in thirty-two
I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock
It hold 'bout 32 i told 'em I'm the shit
I told 'em I got his bitch
I told 'em that I was gon' get this money
I wanna be rich

Haha you told 'em slime, you told 'em
Shh, Pierre just want went crazy
On that motherfucker too can't even flex
Motherfuckin' nasty yeah nigga
Pierre motherfucker nasty beat
Really everything we make really just be fire
Like he make the beat, I make the music
I'm in the booth, I'm tellin' the truth
Shit it's simple as that, that's all it is
And the checks just keep rollin' in nigga