Lyric What They Hittin Foe?

Fucking around in a crap game
Niggas think I m soft cause now I m in the rap game
And I don t hang out as much
Bang out dope cuts
Standing on stage and I m grabbing my nuts
But when it comes to getting in a circle
I m hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
When deuce-deuce hit the floor yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
I m turnin your fat pockets skinny
Ah yeah I m shaking the ivory
And boom it s like they die for me
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
But don t forget my point
There it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won t slide
Money gone cause I m never hitting deuce-five
I m never hitting four-trey no way
You wanna leave but come on hoe stay
Nigga see but that ll work
Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool you can t even fuck with that
And now that I m winning I gots to get my gat
Cause I see your homies starting to look
And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
And I m feeling like a baller
Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
Now you wanna go and scheme
Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
So I pick up my money and start walking
Cause now I let the gat start talking
Now since ya ll lost you wanna go out like a sucker
Take that motherfucker