Biggers on the corner smoking ends up
Players spitting games like we came from Nintendo
Got some OG's in the pen on the locker
And if you ain't a friend,
I know can you get a shot up
Homies rolling thick,
smoking butter,
drinking mushroom
Always pack my 9mm by my right shoe
Swimming bloody murder as I'm walking through your hood black
Powering up your neighborhood,
rocking with your hood rats
Don't get out of pocket when you * with these murderers
Trade up out the water and all the hoods are getting scared of us
Rockers,
rockers on my side,
your wife is on the shot Gangsters,
gangsters of this trade cause it
takes one to know what Ain't no pain,
no pain,
yo me,
I'm on that motherfucking serious
Bars are coming hard and you hoes
can't get rid of niggas Niggas orders,
orders on that motherfucking hard Drinking,
mixing,
testing,
testing,
motherfucking night,
night
Flipping,
flipping,
flipping,
lots of flipping with my homeboys Hand up on my gat while
I'm sipping on a tall boy 007 is that nigga for all seasons
I must be shot by the gat and I'ma tell you hoes my reasons
I don't give * *,
I'ma * this nation Brought them chicks from the
supermarket I love bitches * you so much more
I'm so fiscal I'm up his throat with my Glock
Yeah I'm hating niggas fake bitches *
I'm so fiscal I'm up his throat with my Glock
Yeah I'm hating niggas fake bitches *
I'm so fiscal I'm up his throat with my Glock
Yeah I'm hating niggas fake bitches *
I'm so fiscal I'm up his throat with my Glock
Yeah I'm hating niggas fake bitches *
Need that whole world inside to get me
Scrapped cause I'm strapped cause I'm black
With them naps, having to pay for stacks
Jealousy gets rolling through my city
Having to double up on my back up for my nicks
And let my trigger finger after the gankers
Tired, deep sound, snippy
No I'm not trippy
Got the bad burner for them blunt bitches
Cause bald bitches throw my hood and creep all over my block
I'm so fiscal I must be strapped with my 9 Glock
And in my hood I let my nuts swing low,
sweet chariot
Yes I have to carry that And in my hood I let my nuts swing low,
sweet chariot
Yes I have to carry that And in my hood I let my nuts swing low,
sweet chariot
Yes I have to carry that Big fat nasty ass gat for you hoes,
hoes,
hoes
Trying to play that real G,
the ruster,
ruster,
ruster You know I got so much love for my hood
Smoke,
smoke,
get my hood,
collecting my grip Hood,
hood,
drop,
drop,
nigga gots to get my blasts
Throw, throw,
throw,
throw,
* it,
get the gas,
gas,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Niggas,
niggas,
bitches,
scrap it off my nuts Real with the real with the 7,
7 on that ass watch they bust
Ratatatatat,
be tappy,
that's the rest of Z,
Z,
please,
please,
please
Black em,
slack em,
so I,
so I,
please,
please,
please
I'm so for sure I'ma be scrapped with my glock Yeah,
I hate niggas,
frat bitches,
* the cop
Murder after murder in the first degree
38 special in your ass because it's in me
Buck em,
buck em,
buck em,
watch me buck em like a seatbelt
Hit you,
catch em,
slip em while I'm tripping off that ho *
And ah,
see I done told you hoes at first,
don't play me close
Cause it ain't nothing but that money off the back door
See I'm a murderer if I have to
And it's depending on the money that I'm paid to run up in you
A hundred thousand niggas you bucked off in a casket Two
hundred thousand niggas you smothered in some plastic
Damn fool,
I'm putting this chrome to your dome,
yo,
yo And oh,
it's a bitch that got,
got You see,
you see I brought it to your ass and I let you ****,
**** Now fuckers on the smoke,
bro,
bro,
bro I'm French up off the county bus and got some hoes,
hoes Damn,
man,
motherfuckers with a bit of bone,
though I had a few bitches stood behind
me And after six months they swine,
swine
I'm still for sure I must be splat with my glock Yeah,
I hate niggas,
but bitches * the cops
Yeah,
nigga,
this goes out to all you nasty ass
hoes You buster ass niggas and you dick
in the booty ass cops Yeah,
this the motherfuckin' underground comin'
at your ass once again Yeah, cause guess what?
We ain't takin' none of that hoeshit Yeah,
the fifth wall boys ain't takin' none
of that hoeshits And all you dirty ass niggas,
get the motherfuckin'
middle finger,
yeah The motherfuckin' juveniles got a reason,
yeah That motherfuckin' mad bitch K-Yas got a reason
And the motherfuckin' fifth wall boys got a reason
And young Goddy definitely got a motherfuckin' reason,
bitch