Damn it, Franchise, you did it again Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Why these niggas payin' for attention? Puttin' me in they mentions Playin' like we don't stand on business Shit, all the opps been missin' Bag on my head, come get it Better not be no less than fifty Better send your best to get me Guaranteed he restin' with me Can't lie, I'm Trey D high Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Can't fuck with me in the streets So try their best to diss me Them niggas round ain't even your niggas Right price, I'll have them flip you Every week, youngin' got a new pistol Smashed, he don't give a fuck who with you
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin' I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it Go wherever I want in my city Poppa out no less than fifty Poppa out, don't think he slippin' 3. 5 my blunt, I'm trippin' Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga Why he died? Wish he was with me I ain't goin' out behind these bitches You'll die before I let you trick me And you ain't the one doing the killin' Let me hush, I'ma mind my business I don't need another nigga ridin' with me Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy
Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Ten on a nigga head, might Bibby Ayy, free Kk, we miss 'em Nigga, I even signed the petition I'm out West ridin' with a killer When I talk, he don't even wanna listen He don't even want the money, this personal But if he get a headshot, I'm tippin' I got blood on these, I'm drippin' Doughboy, can't go like Ricky His homeboy ain't make it to Christmas He doing that dissin', he trippin' I don't know what he on, can't pay me to listen I heard your lil' song, come pay me a visit Free Cp3 up out of that prison Ain't ran down on a nigga in a minute, I know he miss it Ayy, Desi Block die behind my blizzy Like on the ave, this shit get litty Ayy, I heard Jalen left his mans That wasn't the plan, but they ain't finished I want 'em all, same sentence R. I. P. my dawgs, and I meant it And they gone say the gang did it Ain't no sense of hidin' this shit, let's get it
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin' I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it Go wherever I want in my city Poppa out no less than fifty Poppa out, don't think he slippin' 3. 5 my blunt, I'm trippin' Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Get high thinkin' 'bout my niggas Why he died? Wish he was with me I ain't goin' out behind these bitches You'll die before I let you trick me And you ain't the one doing the killin' Let me hush, I'ma mind my business I don't need another nigga ridin' with me Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy