Spm broke n****s

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Time me to fuck up

33 shit, for the gods, for the gods

Come on, get on it

What you crackin? You ain't crackin' shit, lil' dawg, you just a bitch

When I seen what's-her-name, I got the crockin' with the switch

Gloves on, this key match, you know I'm tryna do a hit

She keep on askin' what I'm doin, bitch, I'ma hurt up and grip

I got a hater in Brumon, I tell her, cuz, shoot quick

I got plenty loves on me, you know I be takin' risks

Oh yeah, that's your bitch, guarantee I'm finna hit

I be throwin' off the perks, boy, don't get your shit flipped

Rainy days, I had thoughts, bitch, take time with this shit

I tell her, brother, be careful, but put your mind to this shit

Talk down on Lil' 33, we spinnin' through that bitch

Tell the bitch she can't get nothin, hell no, I'm not a trick

Who me? I'm tryna get rich, who you? Broke as a bitch

You think you takin' my life, lil' dog, you ain't takin' shit

I dare a bitch try to set me up, that bitch gon' get killed

I stay on my P's and Q's, you will never catch me slippin

I bail out on feet, you will never hear about me missin

I be spinnin' through the fives and the lows, you **** trippin

The 762 got the duppin, he got hit from some dicks, bitch

Yo, lil' bitch on my dick, nah, I don't wanna let bro hit her

Popped two tens, I'm activated, I can't have my heads wearin

Fuck with duty, made a statement, police out, ****, be hatin

I'd be lyin' in they sun, why these ****, they be fakin

Bitch, don't come through two-six, I guarantee this shit dangerous

You think I'm broke, I'm gettin' paper, I been stashin' **** hatin

All that fake love shit, just move around, you **** takin

Got 24 up in this block like I was playin' for the Lakers

Scotty Boyz, bitch, you know what's goin' on, we get dangerous

Catch a beat, leave his dumb ass hangin

I'm on these stand with the gods, my **** know that I ain't changin

I got Switchy in this ride, you play crazy, it get to bangin

She turn her period, I turn her eyes, come give me that fake ****

Y'all think she ruffin' my lil' boy, no, it don't make sense

They done woody in, smoke, come and get it, this shit flamin

I'm on the run, they can't catch me, hell yeah, they gotta chase me

Have to hit the bitch from the back, I put that shit in HD

All I do is pump fake, and all they do is play with fake G's

Don't ever spin a block, cause they know that I'm a baker

Birdie saw what's his name, I tell him, lil' bro ask the face

Yeah, I'ma take like two or three before a **** try to take him

Come on, back me, come on, back me, **** know what's going on

Lil' 33, lil' 33, **** fuck the five, fuck the five

**** trying me to fuck up, me to fuck up