[ Featuring Jace! ]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, ay)
(I don't know what the f*ck going on)
I don't know what the f*ck
(Damn, Kylan, you be wildin', ay, uh)
Ay, all these bitch-ass niggas wan' click or whatever
You heard me? You know what that shit come with
That shit come with murder 'round here, ay, uh
Standing on that business when you see me, huh
Yeah, mh, told 'em
My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and
We got 556 lock to the people like it's Nerf and
Don't speak on that business, just go put one in the dirt
My bitch she running business, got that strap tucked in her purse (rrah)
They said he might bust, I don't give a f*ck
The whole city they don't like us
Stick dick all in her kitty
Know I'm with it, they won't strike us
Free 'lil villain out the cell
The police keep trying to indict us
This a SRT, I whip that bitch just like a monster truck (yeah)
Huh, wars in the street this shit keep getting deep (yeah)
I be staying in my lane so just keep me out your beef
And I'm praying for a change but they don't want to talk to me
Told my brothers keep the Lord first or be six feet underneath, uh
They don't know me, so shit stop talking like you do
I be writing all my pain and spit that shit all in the booth
Better yet I speak the truth, he talk too much put him on mute
And lil' whodie said he gang, but shit I barely know you
I'ma talk my shit regardless when I step off in the building
We got them purple flags and shit we bucking to the ceiling
We got Glocks plus we got Smittys he gone run soon as I hit it
And lil' Cam in this bitch with it, you want smoke, step out the building
My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and
We got 556 lock to the people like it's Nerf and (yeah)
Don't speak on that business, just go put one in the dirt (don't speak on that)
My bitch she running business, got that strap tucked in her purse (my lil' shawty)
They said he might bust, I don't give a f*ck
The whole city they don't like us
Stick dick all in her kitty
Know I'm with it, they won't strike us
Free 'lil villain out the cell
The police keep trying to indict us
This a SRT, I whip that bitch just like a monster truck (yeah)
This a ARP, it hit his head and it's gon' f*ck him up
We sliding through tryna catch something he outside then he f*cked up
It's a 223 on the end of that lil a drum and it's gonna slug him up
I'ma rock out the whole 30, if he try to buck up, make him shut up
I'm on that type of timing with Lil Kylan, he be tryna slide
Talking sneak that iron in push his mind swear that he ain't fine
Smoking Zaza up in Houston while his main bitch give mind
I'm talking cash that rapper out, take his chain off and make it mine
He done ran out of time, he out of line, my new bitch she a dime
Hop out that sprinter take his life, I'm talking halo bullets flying
He on that nine to five, I been getting money nigga since I was nine
We hit that opp block with them nines, with a opp thot she fine
Okay come correct, you ain't step on shit bitch you been lying
I'ma step on all the sets, he don't give a f*ck if he was slime
Ok I don't give a f*ck the whole city they don't like us
If we don't get him we might miss him, bitch, we can't waste no more time
Side by side 7.62 bullets make him fly
Say that all the time, we gon' smoke that nigga like some Za
My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and
We got 556 lock to the people like it's Nerf and (rrah)
Don't speak on that business, just go put one in the dirt
My bitch she running business, got that strap tucked in her purse (yeah)
They said he might bust, I don't give a f*ck
The whole city they don't like us
Stick dick all in her kitty
Know I'm with it, they won't strike us
Free 'lil villain out the cell
The police keep trying to indict us
This a SRT, I whip that bitch just like a monster truck
Uh, you know somethin'? They don't walk us down (ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They ain't on none of that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We been slime since young niggas
(Cash Out Gang, Walk Down Gang)
Talkin' walkin' 'round with blicks on us
Sneakin' blicks on the-, ha
Can't say too much (damn, Kylan)
Uh (that's that nigga that be wildin')
F*ck 'em
(Hey, big things, all that)
(Ay, don't speak on that shit, keep that shit in silence)
(Tell lil' Fizzy Belizey, we really 'bout it)
(Nigga, yeah)
