Juicy J - Yet

[Intro]

Nigga play with me, get his ass busted

Blowin' cash and I've got cash I ain't touched yet

I'm tryna fuck every bitch I ain't fuck yet

Haven't met a motherfucker I can trust yet

[Verse 1]

You out here stuntin, lyin' and...

Before you know it, they'll be IDing your body

Layin' dead in the morgue, we don't play that shit

Catch your car at the mall, we gon' spray that shit

And them niggas that's with ya can't do nothin' but miss ya

AK47, boy, that shit shoots missiles

Got my whole hood with me - king of the city

Drink like a red nigga, smoke like a hippy

But a price on your head, maybe your brother will kill ya

For that money, it could be any one of your niggas

And he throwin' more bullets than the Super Bowl

Nigga, if you don't shoot to kill, what're you shootin' for?

You niggas shakin' - you niggas scared

We takin' head shots, you shoot the legs

Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't 'bout that life

You may come from the streets, but you ain't got no stripes

Keep on payin' these hoes - one gon' set you up

Lay you down, and not even Life Alert can help you up

Niggas killin' every day, over a couple of bandz

So what you think they gon' do for a hundred grand?

[Hook]

Nigga play with me, get his ass busted

Blowin' cash and I've got cash I ain't touched yet

I'm tryna fuck every bitch I ain't fuck yet

Haven't met a motherfucker I can trust yet

Nigga play with me, get his ass busted

Blowin' cash and I've got cash I ain't touched yet

I'm tryna fuck every bitch I ain't fuck yet

Haven't met a motherfucker I can trust yet

[Verse 2]

You bitches out here lyin' like you movin' juices

A nigga fronted your ass a bomb, now you've got excuses

Now you tryna hide, dodgin' our phone calls

A nigga'll catch up with your ass, knock your dome off

Put a hole in your head, what'd you expect?

Playin' with a nigga money, that's disrespect

Fuck around and get your baby mama tied up

A nigga'll pull up on you sprayin' like a fire truck

Set your mama house on fire, nail the door shut

Ain't nobody gettin' out, it's over, bruh

And over what? Niggas ain't takin' shit

These niggas really 'bout that life, you out here fakin' it

[Hook]