b#tch we CGE
You ain’t gotta say that
Treat my draco like a spatula flip n#gg#s with this bih
Glocks R us and they attached to us b#tch we come from the street
You would think Big 30 faster cause I won’t eat I won’t sleep
Till I catch his #ss lackin’ and make sure he underneath
They won’t let us in the industry so we still in the streets
Ain’t no love on these P’s I sell em for 33
Trappin’ hard, forgot to eat
Burglar bars exotic weed
Police know it ain’t no catchin me this Jeep a SRT
Track Hawk exotic jeep and the inside look like a brick
Carbon 1-5 with the switch and I call that b#tch Call of Vision
Gotta slow down on that red I can’t even run and jump the fence
Hop out boys on the block f#ck around thrеw away my favorite stick
I can’t never lеt a n#gg# slide that sh#t f#ck with my pride
Had a shot and you was open why you try to run and hide
We the gang we thuggin with the guys it ain’t no switching side
Shot the glizzy and this rapper fried I know this b#tch gon’ ride
On the block with a four nick I call the shots you call the quick
Got the drop from a opp b#tch and all she wanted was some dick
Pass the Glock, gain a assist
f#ck the judge tell him free Mitch
And I ain’t gotta sign no record deal to go bust down my wrist
Homicide, mama cry, just know this street sh#t get deadly
Before I let my mama cry, mama boy gon be gloatin the tele
Got your address from your Sue and I bought her American Deli
You can thank her stupid #ss for them hollows inside your belly
Gelato look like some real and know you smell it this sh#t hectic
Free Marlo he Trey57 I hang with robbers nothin’ but felons
Pump your nuts and ditch the gang we on your #ss just like a wedgie
b#tch I’m married to the gang I sold a P inside my wedding
Serve pastors and serve the reverend
Pour Actavis in my beverage
Throw middle fingers at 12 I’m strapped with a MAC-11
At 10 we gon spend the benz
6 Glocks and 3 F&Ns
9 shots left in this .223, 6 ate him thru his skin
Lil Bobby just slide for 7
He got em all bow for bow
6 of my n#gg#s have felonies and 5 of them on parole
Fo Shiesty and 3-O on glow
Two hollow tips to his throat
It’s one body up the score
Rest In Peace and no more posts
Ain’t no more 3 and O
Big 30 where he go?
We boosted up the folk
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