paroles de chanson Intro - Lil Jay

DJ Cortez, what's poppin', fool?
I would like to welcome you motherfuckers to Look At Me!
This Chicago, nigga!
Shouts out my nigga FBG Duck!

I heard niggas talkin' when I'm not around

But when I come around, I don't hear a sound

But that just show you that niggas clowns
Slash fake and they can move that fake shit around
I done lived a couple ages on a crazy block
Every day runnin' from the cops, our shit bakin' hot

Take somethin' from me, I'm hopin' he could take a shot
For takin' somethin' from me, hope you hard like Jamaican rocks
Uh, pockets on guap, it got me actin' cocky
Bitches takin' pictures of me like they paparazzi
Well, since you jockin', bitch, give me sloppy toppy
I'm a giant to these niggas, Jeremy Shockey
Yeah, and we could shoot or we could knuckle up
But really, niggas know they can't fuck with Duck
Bitches wanna go behind my back sayin' such and such
But they get two middle fingers up, I don't give a double fuck

You not gettin' money, who you lyin' to?
And when you see me, you see the guys too

And wait, let me remind you

If these niggas fly, then I flew

Bitch, I'm a boss like Rozay

Well, at least that's what my hoes say

But bitch, I'm a boss like Duck, you dumb?
Stupid ass bitch, I got my own ways
They tryna stop me from gettin' to the top
I got shots for who tryna set that roadblock
They better stop before they be in a closed box
Every bullet a hollow tip and those hot

Niggas dissin' me from other states now

They ass must don't know I don't play 'round
I'm the type that'll come in they town
And bend these single niggas like, "You gettin' down or lay down"