Show Me Something - Hit-Boy, B. Carr

Show me something

Show me, show me something

Show me, show me something

Show me something

Show me, show me something

Show me something

Bake bread, break bread or fake dead

Real life since Lake Ave., right next to the Payless

I roll dice, I don’t stop, I’m 'bout to go make me a go sign

I like ghetto girls with gel in their weave who go to Sally’s to get their pro

style

Watch a pro pile paper, like a desk in the office

I was on my second Lexus by the time I met Tiara

I’m talkin' 18, I had the biggest booty girl in the city wanna get married

I cracked her orderin' a 3 piece at KFC on Baseline and Cherry

Freak hoes came next, E-40 just texted me

They said, «Boy you be snappin' harder than the quote unquote rappers»

I bout that BM, had to matte it

You gotta watch the way that the color coat

I was coppin' shit I didn’t come up on

So my next whip gon' have a hundred spokes

And I never lie, I’m under oath

Her drawers to the side, gutter bowl

Me, you, we ain’t even comin' close

I see you, I see a fuckin' hoax

This the year I’m goin' new on you hoes

In the old school, pushin' up the oaks

With pre-rolls in my bubble coat

Only bangin' music, I produce and wrote

So before your mouth get to runnin'

You gon' have to show me somethin'

Shoulder rubbin' niggas who don’t get it on their own

Say the most but they ain’t sayin' nothin'

Payin' double’s what you will do

I need to pool that looks like Uncle Phil pool

I need some banners in the venue

Nigga it don’t matter what you’ve been through

You gotta show me somethin'

Show me, show me somethin'

Show me somethin'

Show me, show me somethin'

Show me somethin'

I’ve seen it all, I heard it all

I won’t even listen to the talk, no I’m not involved

You gon' have to show me

Stackin' cash, hustlin', nigga gettin' his money up

Poured off with this double cup, half a bar and a couple blunts

I’m zonin' boy, no ATL, head spinnin' 'round like a vogue wheel

I’m so high, I’m too drilled off 4 lines and a ginger ale

Can barely walk, I’m on stand still, phone ringin', boy I keep goin' dumb

Can’t feel my body, my shit’s numb, RIP to my lil' bruh

, had to let you know that a nigga really out in the field

Call the plays, no 4th down, can’t wait for it to touchdown

I’ma tell you niggas now I ain’t doin' this shit for no centerfold

Cause it’s plenty nights I ain’t trip on pussy, but a nigga still fall into hoes

Fuck her good then end it fast, ain’t nothin' interferin' with this cash

Bank teller, oh bank teller can I get everything in blue bands?

Niggas still lames though, whole circle red like Japan’s flag

G, my hater, my pants sag, mama hate it I sold bags

Lifestyle of a thug nigga, quick to tell a nigga run it, run it

Tell a bitch she wanna fuck with me, she gon' have to be more than ordinary,

girl

This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time here

This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time here

This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time, oh no

This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time here

Yeah that sounds like a plan

(What you gon' grow up to be?) To be the mothafuckin' man

Yeah that sounds like a plan

(What you gon' grow up to be?) I’ma be the mothafuckin' man

Yeah that sounds like a plan

(What you gon' grow up to be?) To be the mothafuckin' man

Yeah that sounds like a plan

(What you gon' grow up to be?) I became the mothafuckin' man

Wasn’t no gas in that Volvo, that’s why I’m gassed up now

But I was that when I used to play with the yo-yo at my grandma’s house

She had it jumpin' like pogo, right off Meringo

Fast forward to 2011, I did my first radio single

My nigga Ricky made a play with his cousin, all I had to do was cook

Flew out to work on Watch the Throne, felt like I had to sign to G.O.O.D

I didn’t know I was this good, just a young nigga from the hood

Made to feel less than what I’m worth, but you won’t hit me with the juug

No you won’t hit me with the juug, you won’t hit me with the juug

No you won’t hit me with the juug, you won’t hit me with the juug