I don't even talk on some words No, I'm a good feeling that, but I hide here This mess is shit man You know you go mad Jack shit happens, man You know ho gang and no gang Fuck your gang Man, it's fine, keep my blicky on You know what, nigga, you shit You know what, nigga, mother fucker Man, that's my freedom, nigga Fuck your nigga I'm gonna come get you a son of a- Hey, hey, hey, hey nigga's man, I think he mad about his bitch Hey, fuck a standard, I'm about 33 for this blick Fuck, fuck, fuck Nigga seen me but a head shot he ain't get How y'all let off all of them shots And they ain't no fucking body get hit Hey, all these niggas lame We put some thooers brain Nigga's rare, I can like they ain't no That was us that carried But we got blicks for days And we got baby kids He's bitches, nothing's song fucking just for a pay J Born on We Been Missing You School we pull up, see me shoot and start it blicking too And if it's up that then it's up that ain't no snitch and do And when we come through and we see you We gon' get you two Damn, hey, they just let me out the joint Nigga's tryin' to prove a point Bitches all up on me what you was at when they hear me in the joint When they hear me in the joint You ain't gang bitch We do this shit for vinyl, vinyl gang What I claim, bitch All the couple beans and lights We put them on our pipes Hit the stool, cook up some heat Just like some dirty rice We drink the drake, what I asked Ganged out shooting dice Bring the moves, glass for days Okay, go get it right, fat Bitch we old gang Don't play no gang Shorty giggling off SSE and Perky My lose your brain Nigga's soul laying And that's all gang We gon' pull up back to back to that chop Coping the whole thing Lot of niggas, big bitch Shootin' up crills and got no ass How the fuck you a shooter ain't got nann Parts of your old name Fondin' wreck a shit Pull up 200 shots on the odds When we hoppin' all I see is green Dots Ready, set, go My shooters trained to blow I get money seven days Or we can't worry about no Bitch I'm findin' old gang Kilo gang Just a little extra no And I merch on fun and bra I don't put niggas on that stove Still remember that's when we was posted by that stove I'll touch the 10 eye Nigga try and go touch the mo We under the fan, we on men Let's know if you want smoke We pull up blick And you know put niggas on that scope Niggas broke his head On sweat of God Then he got no hood I was out here seven days A week posted by that stove Try and go get some bread Now bitches get me head That's a nigga be talkin' that shit on face But we gon' fillin' with lead Pull up on this block But we might kick his dough Every day I was out here And I merch that shit on the old We day try and get it right Fucked up a checkin' crash If he wanna night that shit was slight I keep my knee in the bitch A ripin' city up the Jesus Christ