Don't Have A Chance

I killed off all the competion

Didn't get no recognition

Im steady shippin', flippin', whippin'

Cookin' caine in the kitchen

I got a couple pistol charges

But gone keep me a ratchet

I smoke two ounces everyday

I got a real bad habbit

I got to keep a teller with me

Just to count all the cabbage

Dope houses in Sunvally

Grow houses in Cali

And they say life is a bitch

But your bitch just met me

Went to sleep rich

But I woke up wealthy

I can't hang with broke niggas

Naw, thats my pet peeve

I make her go to work late

I make her get off early

I never snooze, keep a tool

Thats just how I move

On Instagram with your bitch

Damn, ain't life cruel

Yall niggas pull up to the club

But I land on it

She got a ass so big

I dropped a band on it

She got a friend real fine

I put my mans on it

She only fuck with ballers

You don't have a chance homie

Got damn homie

Got damn homie

She only fuck with ballers

You dont have a chance homie

I got them fans on me

Hundred grand on me

She only fuck with ballers

You don't have a chance homie

Got damn homie

1017 razine, thats what I ride for

Bricksquad, I swear to gawd

Thats what I'd die for

Get money, keepin' it pushin'

Thats what I strive for

Hercules purp so strong

I paid the high for it

Fugazy stories you tellin'

Man why you lie for

If he ain't runnin' out with the work

They why you high for

Playin' games with Gucci Mane

Dun' got you tied up

Five dollars of kerosene

And now you fried up

You Took that dick with no vasaline

Why the hell you sign that

I know that you regret that decision

But can't rewind that

You gave the money, didn't get the work

You took a blind plee

East Atlanta Zone 6 Morland

That's where you find me

Yall niggas pull up to the club

But I land on it

She got a ass so big

I dropped a band on it

She got a friend real fine

I put my mans on it

She only fuck with ballers

You don't have a chance homie

Got damn homie

Got damn homie

She only fuck with ballers

You dont have a chance homie

I got them fans on me

Hundred grand on me

She only fuck with ballers

You don't have a chance homie

Got damn homie

Homegirl came with you

Damn she thirsty

Spend twenty grand so fast

It didn't hurt me

Have you countin' so many ones

Your hands hurtin'

Say she never had so much fun with one person

(But shit)

Im that nigga

She already know

So should we blame it on the pills

Or blame it on the dro

She call me poppy

Make me think I got a poppy feel

All this fuckin'

How she think I got a hocky deal

Yall niggas pull up to the club

But I land on it

She got a ass so big

I dropped a band on it

She got a friend real fine

I put my mans on it

She only fuck with ballers

You don't have a chance homie

Got damn homie

Got damn homie

She only fuck with ballers

You dont have a chance homie

I got them fans on me

Hundred grand on me