Wayans Bros. - Pink Siifu, Conquest Tony Phillips

Tell ‘em the truth to these niggas that squad

Go to the roof I’ma give ‘em the watch

and preaching my hair in a bun

The city on fire don’t care if it burn

Bought me a Glock just to shoot at the cops

I take the baddies with me to shop

Coming' so rude I could cancel off top

I make your boo wanna dance when I drop

Lots on my mind I can’t make up my mind

Whippin' with a head on my cock

I can’t make up my mind I keep banging my line

Low key, in the drop

New whip, new Glock

I had to get back to spendin' the lot

The bitches gon' kill you in case you forgot

All of this weed, all of this crop

Fuck 12, all of the cop

bitches just me and my niggas

We gon' try get this

We skrrt, we slide, jack and jillin'

Ali, Jet Li, new place, with her

We skrrt, we spendin', just me, let’s get it

Fuck you, fuck me

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Leave me alone, too many blunts

Too many sons, too many dead

‘Cause niggas is hoes

Know where you at, fuck you at

Black on black

Get on dat, get that patek

Everybody lyin', got me bad

2, 1, this that death wish

You catch a nigga off guard with this shit