When the bands outside your face, you better be ready When the guys outside your face, you better be ready When the stars align your face, you better be ready I won't take no time to fix you, you know I'm ready I ain't runnin' right now to fix you, you know I'm ready I got the same color as Cranberry You callin' by my name and tell me Them niggas not no thugs, they some feds We playin' with them bands like I'm Larry We pop right by the crib, niggas hate I'm smokin' on the hood, you be smokin' It smell like a hot hood, it's like My pussy says she want it, niggas take it I got him on the block, talk to his mother He push up to his father, talk to his mother Free all them young niggas, free all them niggas Free all them young niggas, free my cousin *** fat niggas, you ain't tough I swear to God, my tongue ain't bitchin' in that black I swear to God, you play with us, I don't play with black You call my ride, my gang, we gon' let them bullets fly I been sippin' on codeine, I got pink eyes Two, two, three, go ahead, I'ma heat up, I ain't hypnotized I done made a million, I'm wack too, but I ain't franchised These niggas be the new bitches, they just get rocked I done called up to the home, tell her she make me feel alive Ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl Ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl Ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl Ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl, ferl