作词 : Edwin Green/Widnick Prevalon/Freddie Gibbs

作曲 : Edwin Green/Widnick Prevalon/Freddie Gibbs

Ain't finna argue, ain't nobody harder

Ain't finna argue with nobody daughter

You only bossy 'cause somebody spoiled you

You only bossed up when nobody chargin'

I only tear up whenever I start to

Look where we at 'cause I know where we started

Miss me with static, you know that we brought it

It's automatic like doors at the Target

Tote it at Target, won't miss our target

With the lil' beam on it, won't miss a Martian

With that lil' beam on it, won't miss a marble

Call up lil' demon, he gon' hit your marble

Put up my finger and finger a goddess

Of Venus, I'm eatin' out Eve in thе garden

Ain't no more eatin' out, wе gettin' leaner now

Niggas been readin' now, we gettin' smarter

Even the odds and get even odder

Seekin' these broads in need of ménages

Leanin' on leadin' all gullible people

To think that you hard is leavin' me nauseous

***, I really know niggas in pain

Share my vision for niggas that can't

Knew your ** wasn't legit when you gave

Your attention to ignorant claims

I swear to God

***, I might risk my life for this spark

I could tell off the top, he was flawed

I could tell how he talk, he a fraud

No, these niggas won't die for the squad

Bet these niggas won't die for the squad

Bro, these niggas won't die for the squad

Bet these niggas won't die for the squad (Squad, only one way, yeah, yeah)

Put that on fin, it ain't nobody harder

***, you would never, ***, I beg your pardon

Labels get fed and these artists, they starvin'

I was gon' be a rich nigga regardless

Big Rabbit gon' whip that brick up regardless

Known in the Chi', Fake Shore Drive, Andrew Barber

When sack in town, we sell rocks like the Carter

Big bro gon' hop out that fishscale, no tartar

Yeah, I could put four ***es in a drop-top, yeah

Seen the Lamborghini, gave me slop-top, yeah

Seven in the mornin', murkin' opps up, yeah

Knockin,"Bone, bone, bone" like I came from St. Clair

First of the month, I hit my geeker with a Tina

I moved on to the yayo, I was finished with the **

Fifty in this MAC-11, 'bout to shoot at the polices

I was chillin' in the strip club, **ing up Maria

Bet these niggas won't die for the squad

Copped that 850, yeah, for the squad

***, you got on them pistols, but ain't gon' shoot shit, I think you scared to die for the squad (You ain't gon' shoot shit)

Chopper hot, man, I put that on God (God)

Bet these **-niggas callin' the sarge (Callin' the sarge)

***, you got all them pistols but ain't gon' shoot shit, you gon' snitch if they give you a charge

Bet these niggas won't die for the squad

***, I might risk my life for this spark

I could tell off the top, he was flawed

I could tell how he talk, he a fraud

No, these niggas won't die for the squad

Bet these niggas won't die for the squad

Bro, these niggas won't die for the squad

Bet these niggas won't die for the squad

I swear to God

***, I might risk my life for this spark

I could tell off the top, he was flawed

I could tell how he talk, he a fraud

No, these niggas won't die for the squad

No, these niggas won't die for the squad

No, these niggas won't die for the squad

Bro, these niggas won't, no, these niggas won't, bet that nigga won't