Yea, uh huh Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas Sucka ass nigga Slap yo nose off yo face (fuck them niggas)
Look, I'm big time nigga Ya'll too small to me And I don't dig ya'll niggas So stop callin' me This ain't a peace sign bitch It mean two to ya head You know I'm quick to hit ya patna in the chest with the choppa And ya boo in the leg Still reppin' A town nigga Center Hill what's up Zone 1 Bank head nigga Tote a gun and you better vest up You know my nigga quick to hit a nigga chick Quick to hit a lick, Quick to run a check up Dope Boy we the best of nigga Raise Techs up nigga Try to check us try me I'm a bust his head quick fast Ricky Bobby Ask his patna what the fuck he wanna do about it nada Huslte Gang bang green all about a doller Better hold her hand if you give a shit about her When you bring her round me, all I know I'm a get some head right before I go Gotta problem we can handle this shit off top Got the thing let it pop Cool as a cough drop 100 on the watch ball and a decade in None of my niggas fightin' less the rest came in Was a trial defendant sitting till the check came in 100 of them 21 run it do it again I ain't got no co-defendant just my family and friends And a trunk full of chopper rifles, handles and pins Loaded down in an old brown Buick sedan Lookin' for it on the way to Alabama again
On everything I love nigga put it on something Put it on Doe Nigga put it on something Put it on Phil Nigga put it on Something Put it on Doe (I'll) put it on something Put it on Phil (I'll) Put it on Doe (Nigga put it on Doe) (I'll) put it on phil (Nigga put it on Phil) Nigga put it on doe, Nigga put it on doe Pussy Nigga I'm Trill
King of the streets graduated from the bottom All red whip looking like somebody shot em Still up in the hood with a sack and a pack 40 cal fully loaded, never leaving here without him Real niggas extinct, feelin' like somebody got em But I know I got to do it for the team Hustle Gang nigga If you disrespect that I black the lac Hop out the back No flack and do my thing nigga Rappin' or not just know ain't nothing changed nigga It still a get ugly you get up in my range nigga Hustle Gang Asshole I'm the same nigga That got that fire ain't no way to kill the flame nigga On God, I put it on crip I put it on Screw, I put it on Pat I put it on Pimp, I put it on Hawk Gotta do it like a G, I know they never coming back Word to mamma C, I'm trill with it for life If I can do it again, I come back and do it twice I don't give a fuck about nothing to be precise Have bullets running through a nigga crib like they was mice Pussy nigga got me 38 like I'm a spice You don't wanna see the truth pissed off I'll shut a whole neighborhood down One light that's green, You'll know when shit kick off nigga
Run up on a nigga what it hittin' for? Point blank, left his brain on the window Had the chain, had a stain on my timbos Insane in the brain, gone mental Catch me riding in a range rover rental With some bad bitches wanna chill like a mento Now here's a mental memento you didn't know You can fit a bird times 12 in Sorentos Kill go to drop it on they ass like I didn't have a deal Still in the trap, keep it real like Madea
Compositores: Clifford Joseph Harris (Ti), Aldrin Davis (D J Toomp), Frazier O Thompson Iii (Frazier Iii Thompson) ECAD: Obra #14267856