Set It Off - Bad Lucc, T.I., Problem

Pussy nigga try me if you wanna

We open fire on yo corner

What beef?

You know you don’t want it

But I’m gone with all that baloney

Boy you flawed and you phoney

I’m as real as it gets

Your homie soft and a pussy

I’d rather chill with his bitch

Set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch

Double-breasted Smith and Wesson

Set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch

Set it off in this bitch

Double-breasted Smith and Wesson

Set it off in this bitch

Shout out to them niggas

When I frontline with them yoppers

A O P my nigga, play me one on one I call it knockas

Money by the bag and fuck your drug I’m gettin' mad dough

Daddy never sleeping when I’m creeping it’s extendo

Hanging on the roof I yell my city then I flex up

Me and Problem gonna check up

We need everything from the neck up

My dealer stony he’s next up

Get a nigga holding that tec up

Beef with me, that shit messed up

Put 50 shots where you rest up

Count up nigga go ape shit

30 inch on that space ship

Big boy don’t say shit got Little niggas don’t play shit

Hundred K on yo people make you niggas look see through

Bad Lucc is the preview tear shit down what we do

While I took on the city

Niggas wanna know how I did it

Married to the grind, you only shine if you commited

Overlook your kind I don’t got time for nothing, kitty

I got soldiers like lietenants that knock logos of a fiddy

Be that guy, go ahead, be that guy, fire in that eye, so has a fly

Bloaw x5

Say hello to Allah

Fuck this marks, motherfuck these marks

I decide your faith

Young nigga acting like a G

Old dog lil' rich hate

That ain’t real nigga

That ain’t real nigga

In your squad, it ain’t one real nigga, ain’t one real nigga

On my mum

Because if it was the would have told your ass about fucking with me though

Dont ever mention Mike with Teedough

Get up on my level boy