On the track
I brought the .40 in this b#tch so don’t even look at me
A b#tch ain’t never took from me
And your big dog a b#tch to me
Made one call, we clear the scene
I left the booth and sold a P
I used to jack a soldiery
Don’t mask up, b#tch gon’ know it’s me
It’s my trap, don’t bring a ho round me [f#ck your ho round here]
Everybody round me clutchin’ [b#tch
Everybody round me clutchin’ [b#tch
Everybody round me clutchin’
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin’
I’m f#cked up, in my cup [Bllt]
Hold up, I up that fire on him
Told him I was gon’ buy, but I lied to him [I lied
He didn’t see it comin’, plus my partner right on side of him
I’m with my young hittas, thеy teenagers, it’s like five of thеm
For Dee Rogers, they gon’ die for him [They gon’ slide for him
Ho, ain’t on no rap sh#t
I’m prayin’ for my brother, he like to clap sh#t
Don’t touch my dawg, you might get slapped b#tch [Slap that ho
On gang
I brought that ratchet with me
Still f#ckin’ with big O ’cause he was jackin’ with me
Pistol-whip them, had to smack ’em with me
And we’ll shoot this b#tch up [On Blood
And we’ll shoot this b#tch up [Ho
And we’ll shoot this b#tch up, don’t give a f#ck
A n#gg# claimin’ that he tough
I brought that pump, it fill him up [Fill that b#tch up]
Everybody round me clutchin’ [b#tch
Everybody round me clutchin’ [b#tch
Everybody round me clutchin’
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin’
I’m f#cked up, in my cup [Bllt, b#tch
E-everybody round me clutchin’ [b#tch
Everybody round me clutchin’
Everybody round me clutchin’
Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin’
I’m f#cked up, in my cup [Bllt]
I got one, he got one, she got one [b#tch
If they play, they go late, we gon’ stomp one [b#tch
My lil’ dawg on parole but he still got his pole
He ain’t puttin’ that b#tch down, that’s how we live in the fold [b#tch
Everybody ’round me bustin’ head [b#tch
Everybody ’round me never scared of bein’ dead [b#tch
Everybody ’round me ready to dirt dog a opp in his head
All of us got .30’s, clutchin’ bang, big pressure
Know I gotta keep two Glocks, I’m a main n#gg#
My dawg got two .50 Glocks, he a gravedigger
b#tch, you gon’ get blues, and I know which one to use
Drag him from the ripper, 7.62’s
p#ss# b#tch we clutchin’
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