[Intro: Bleu DaVinci]
I swear to God on my momma
This n***a shouldn't never have tried me, n***a
It's the n***a Bleu
I don't know why these n***as wanna wake up the motherf**ing vampires
Been waiting, n***a, but I'm up
Finna bite these n***as back
They ain't finna come at me like that
That's on everything I love, n***a
[Big Meech]
That n***a just ain't right, man. I mean, he sh**ted on the whole fam
[Hook: Bleu DaVinci]
p**y-a** n***a, I got right
Weak-a** n***a, I got right
Soft-a** n***a, I got right
What I'mma do to this n***a is not right
[Verse 1: Bleu DaVinci]
Go on and tell 'em what the truth is -- you's a b**h
Turned House in to the Feds, now who's the snitch?
I know you think you got the upper hand
Can't even say a n***a name -- less than a man
I remember when your a** played the background
Scared to push a bag, trying to give it to Mac Town
Wanted to be me so bad, you started wearing Dickies
And trying to bang, but your weird a** just looking silly
And I'm the n***a that gave you your affiliation
I'm the n***a that involved you in the precipitation
Now it's time for retribution, reciprocation
Now them shots been fired? Homie, I was waiting
You could hide behind a couple plaques
But every shooter that's with me hold a couple straps
Catch your a** down bad at that awards show
And blow your p**y a** out your dress clothes
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bleu DaVinci]
Now let me get down to the meat of things
Quit all that flexing -- you know they took your chain
Call my phone crying, talking 'bout some brooking n***as
That night I spared your life; you was in the midst of k**ers
Got some info that'll leave your whole career dead
Like that Porsche and that 'rari you turned in to the Feds
And I was wondering how you skated a mob indictment
Guess them people found a friend in you -- yeah, they liked 'im
Yeah, I f**ed your b**h, but the p**y was trash
Now I'm 'bout to go bananas on your monkey a**
p**y n***a, why you coming at me?
Need to try to get some money back from Kinky B
Twin ain't f**ing with you, Coach done kept it moving
Guess they wasn't that gay sh** your a** was doing
Stealing n***as' money, but you claim that you're loyal
And here, I got them three letters' walking papers for ya
[Hook]
[Outro: Big Meech]
Gibbs be on that sh** Jeezy was on, you know what I'm saying? That's why ain't nobody never came after him. That n***a's stupid. He keeps screaming "Gangsta Gibbs," and they ain't heard a song from him yet