Ayyyye huh? bhc yea
(bhc 283 aye aye) yea yea (bhc aye!) yeah
(wax) {pre-verse}
Last n#gg# tried bro (huh?) hit him right behind his head (good lord)
Smoking on that f#ck n#gg# , (aye)
Now what kinda pack is this? (that it’s)
Bulletproof the whip
It don’t matter we gone blow the b#tch (boom boom)
Took off on that b#tch, yeah she thick but she can’t suck a dick
Spend it on the click you a trick you spent it on a b#tch (good lord)
Spend on my wrist imma flex watch out for the drip (i swear)
Pull up on yo strip with that draco finna slide with this (damn,damn)
Free my bro they ain’t giving statements, we just wait and sit
(wax) {verse}
I can’t lie i can tell you scared see it in yo eyes (good lord)
Henny when i drive smoking drinking and pistol by-myside
Staking out by this n#gg# house incase he come outside
Wonder why all my n#gg#s cray? see it in they eye
Is you high? b#tch i’m rollin hard i can’t even lie (good lord)
What you doing with that plug? do really go and buy? (no) (aye)
Put a shooter on the roof just wait here if they slide
In the bush with a stick cause the drum hard to hide (boom)
Went in cheated on this b#tch she found out in she cried (swear)
But the b#tch can suck a duck and she always need a ride(woo,woo)
I was always in them streets you ain’t never come outside
And if you think you cut like me? you a mutha f#ckin lie!
Walk pass trynna bump me you can mutha f#ckin try (b#tch)
Trynna go where i been? you gone have to learn to fly
Trynna lurk where i’m at? you must really wanna die
She been calling me all day she must wanna hear a lie (aye damn)
Do he got some hi-tech? if he do that’s my guy
Cause the purp ain’t the same i be cool with a line
If you owe me n ain’t pay me i knock the shoes off yo guy
And the tool with stick let’s go catch a homicide (homicideee)
(yea yea) let’s go catch a homicide throw the stick out the roof
f#ck all them n#gg#s (aye,aye)
Cause i’m down for my n#gg#s (aye)
Imma ride for my n#gg#s (aye)
f#ck all them n#gg#s
f#ck all these n#gg#s
Imma ride for my n#gg#s (damn)
If you slide with them n#gg#s
You gone die with them n#gg#! (boom boooooom)
Real g sh#t i”ll slap 5 outta n#gg#
On-site me a n#gg#, take a life from a n#gg#
Big old #ss rifle i”ll snipe me a n#gg# (good lord)
He ain’t hit the barbershop got a high-top fade
n#gg#s cuffin these hoes that’s lowkey jayys
Knock the chip off yo shoulder f#ck frito-lays
Catch ‘‘em online and he talkin big sh#t (b#tch)
Catch ‘em out in-traffic and he scary asa b#tch
Treat him like a vine, give him 30-shot clips
I be real-life really trynna murda some sh#t
Scene full of shells like some baby turtles in sh#t (damn)(good lord)
Burn a p#ss# n#gg#! i ain’t talkin hurt when u piss
Like u play for greenbay put a g on yo head (b#tch)
Like any f#ckin time, n#gg# any f#ckin where
Bhc is the gang that i live by ( i swear i swear)
If you disrespect us it’s a must we slide
We gone sit and watch a n#gg# like, days of are life
Then wave them bullets at you like, hey n#gg# by
f#ck that i’m jumpin out with that k n#gg# die!
Imma stand over n#gg#s like a slave when they lie! (damn)
Knock a n#gg# fro off, toupee for that guy
Make him take a couple shots no dusay for that guy (good lord)
(aye) no dusay for that guy he gon
He gon ride then that n#gg# gon hide (you a b#tch)
Aye no dusay for that guy
n#gg#s say they gone ride but they really gon (bhc aye)
n#gg#s hoes!
Who want war with a shotta? (good lord)
Shot at yo momma! b#tch slap yo grandma! (b#tch)
n#gg#s be thirsty, like who wants a fanta
Come in yo crib when you sleep like i’m santa (santa)
(aye) then slap the f#ck out a yo b#tch #ss
Then wish a n#gg# would like baby drew said
f#ck all these n#gg#s
Imma ride for my n#gg#s
Imma die for my n#gg#s
Bhc n#gg#s (aye)
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