I mix nation for free
They gotta understand
I don't like games, I don't do too much playing
Three little boys, three little girls
Nigga, I'm a grown-ass man
Menace to society, I was running streets
That's why I swang
Tits poked out, standing on ten toes
Bitch, what you saying?
I raised a lot of shooters
They beside me, they not under me
Cross tracks, legends, throwing fours
What they gonna be?
So run, yeah
Got some hitters rough that cross the creek
And they gon' gun you
Before I bought the J's up on my feet
We bought some guns, yeah
Rapping just for fun, yeah
A certified member
Plus my heart cold like December
And I'm running with some killers
If I slide, I know they with me
Traumatized from all these killers
People still call us the hitters
Cup of snakes and they got venom
Streets cold for real
I'm in the hood, I know the fiends
They gon' tell where you live
Heard them LA boys come around the corner
All they know is drill
Niggas killing who you love
Paranoid from homicides
You faded out, you full of drugs
Put you in the game, big homie changed
He ain't tell you what it was
Bodies dropped, they full of slugs
Holla, tilts
For runners
Bitch, I'm bout' mine
Thuggin' on them NA stopped
These ni**as act like I ain't nottt side
And I serve for real
My phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' 45s
My brother ain't legit
And he won't miss, he carry both nines
Bitch, I'm about' mine
Thuggin' on them NA stopped
These ni**as act like I ain't nott side
And I serve for real
My phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' 45s
My brother ain't legit
And he won't miss, he carry both nines
Bitch, I'm bout mine
Ain't gotta talk mine
It's up in black and white, I slang ion
Really no man
I shoot you black or white, that's Southside Streets I was raised, I bled them every night
Stop signs, runnin' right through them, they tryna take our life
Bitch, we baptized, but we ain't set prayers and bought a thousand nights
Duckin' mama, cut mama, no, we ain't livin' right
I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight
The money got to comin' in, I had a purpose overnight
Me and my uncle whippin' salt up in the low
40K made off cocaine, folks said it all
Bitch, I'm outside, courtside, iced up, 2-9
I'm a million-dollar nigga still in the club throwin' games
Bitch, I'm bout mine, thuggin' on the north
These niggas act like I ain't outside
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' four-fives, my brother ain't legit
And he won't miss, he carry both nines
Bitch, I'm bout mine