Bucking fools now the circle's getting smaller
But don't forget my point, there it is yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
And I'm feeling like a baller
I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
When deuce deuce hit the floor yo
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
Nigga see but that'll work
And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat
Oh yeah I'm shaking the ivory
But when it comes to getting in a circle
'Cause now I let the gat start talking
Now since y'all lost you wanna go out like a sucker
I'm never hitting four-trey no way
Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
Poppa needs brand new shoes and a sweatshirt
Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts
You wanna leave but come on hoe stay
And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
And boom it's like they die for me
So I pick up my money and start walking
I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny
Fool you can't even fuck with that
And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts
Money gone 'cause I'm never hitting deuce-five
'Cause I see your homies starting to look
Now you wanna go and scheme
