Naw - FBG Duck

I know they want me to fall off

We came to work never call off

We never sleep barely nod off

Naw, naw, naw naw

When we get to the top we ain’t falling

Where was you before the balling

Now you mothafuckas callin

Naw, naw, naw naw

I know they want to see me fail

Wanna see a nigga dead or in jail

Ooh, I could tell I could tell

A lot of fishy shit I smell

But let a nigga play with me

I could put that on my son

Once I up this fuckin gun

Thirty shots its gon sound like a drum

That bitch go brr-u-b-bum-bum

Family crying like, «ooh, ahh»

Your mother is hurt and your daddy is hurt like, «why you do that to my son?»

Niggas playin peekaboo

Oooh, I mufuckin see you

Everyday I tote a gun like its legal

And I wouldn’t wanna mufuckin be you

Money

They want me to give my style away

They want me to let em have it

They want me to just dead the shit

Im talkin bout put it in a casket

They want me to give my soul away

That shit dead nigga no way

Talkin bout what you gon do to me

Yeah yeah nigga okay

My shooters bitch, they bout whatever

I just bought em a new crate of Barettas

Any problem that we got it gets settled

Nigga you better go and ask about us

They want to just fall off

Naw, naw

Middle fingers up to all yall

All yall