What They Hittin' Foe?

f**king 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 Oh 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 f**k with that And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat 'Cause I see your homies starting to look And broke motherf**kers they make the best crooks And I'm feeling like a baller Bucking fools now the circle's 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 y'all lost you wanna go out like a s*cker Take that motherf**ker