Oh No

[Verse 1: I-20]

Uh

Rock-a-bye nigga, boat his ass in a deep slumber

Glock 40 on me, that's my motherfuckin sleep number

Rap's Wayne Brady, I don't wanna have to choke a bitch

Life's a gamble and you fuckin with my poker chips

Dealer spit kush shawty, go ahead and talk a hit

Bust a bunch of white on her face on some Joker shit

It's the grind ain't it (yeah) it's the shine ain't it (yeah)

If money talks then these niggas using sign language

Cause I ain't hearing em, tell em they should give it up

Ball on these niggas, I won't even lift my pivot foot

Yeah it's time to celebrate, go ahead and live it up

Blowing money celibate that mean Ion't giva fuck

It ain't a thang to me, spending change to me

Put in a lame less terms, you are a lame to me

Ain't no change in me guess this is the way I am

Part of the game to me, so I don't game plan

[Hook x2: I-20]

Born into this life dawg so I'm a make the most of it

Love the way I'm living bitch so I'm a make a toast to it

We out here selling weight, y'all don't know the rest of it

And so we celebrate and try to make the best of it

[Verse 2: Ro Spit]

I'm in the VIP with the sparklers and the baddest bitches

The lights you seeing that's behind them just camera's clicking

If my mouth shoot the shit words is ammunition

Soon as you think you caught the flow then uh oh the pattern switches

Statusstion what they call me I'm just doing numbers

Clumsy shit the way I drop bands call it bloops and blunders

... that's great, that's just due the hunger

I roll with lions and tigers I came up through the jungle

Yack nigga yeah I started back in last place

With the intension to get us up out this rat race

Now 2 R's one L's what the tag say

You clowning niggas you would think I was in black face

Case in point we'll taking money like we case the joint

And the bullets land exactly where the laser point

Now every song I'm on I get a call like that's my favourite joint

I'm of the people for the people blessed to be who they anote

[Hook x2: I-20]

[Verse 3: Fat Ray]

99 nigga, you sleeping on my high shit

30 racks nigga, I'm married to this block shit

Fisher price nigga, toys in the cockpit

Working with the keys like a muhfuckin locksmith

I do a lot of math cause I'm into counting cash

I was on the Ave before you fell out'cha momma ass

You lil lying ass niggas need a polygraph

For a full clip put em in that full body cast

I make the work work, like a subplotty class

Do it for my niggas locked up like Johnny Cash

This a toast we celebrating my goons

My real niggas go wild in the child room

Try to make the best of it; they don't know the rest of it

They don't know the stresses of being under arrest cousin

They can't stop the crew, blue flame out the booth

My advice change a nigga life like Doctor Drew

[Hook x2: I-20]