Ha (Ha, ha)
They got me f#cked up if they thinking I ain’t gon’ rock out (Rock out, rock out)
(Damn, Jam, this sh#t a vibe)
They got me f#cked up if they thinking I ain’t gon’ rock out like I’m p#ss#
Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on the Glock, hit like a fully
Holding thirty shots, skraight with my rod
Wait ’til it’s dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, “f#ck a nine to five,” I’m on the block gripping a toolie
All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, rundown, chopper, make the gun sound
I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle
Can’t go nowhere without that banger ’cause my life wild
n#gg# ran up on me then we sprayed him, I’m talking lights out
We do the dash in that Durango
Jumped out with that pipe out
So tell ’em pipe down
My grandma told me that I’m close to my casket, that’s why I keep a ratchet
Thirty clip on me with that stick in the backseat
Let’s see who ’bout that action
Switch on that MAC, yeah we gon’ up it and blast it, this b#tch a automatic
He made a diss, wait ’til the day that we catch him, we gon’ see who really savage
I had to cut off my lil’ b#tch for treating me like I’m average
Jump out that tree gripping that stick and let that f#ck n#gg# have it
Load up them Glocks, walk down the street, we gon’ do this sh#t here forever
Extension stock, G23, I’m tryna knock off a rapper
I’m on my block, boy, come and creep, I don’t think you want no real static
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout who got beat, it’s ’bout who got turned to ashes
We steady passin’ out skretchers, tats on my back, Famous Dexter
I’m from the bottom of the ‘jects, we bang 6-0 in my section
Girl, you ain’t more than my best friend, I only trust in that Wesson
We hit the A, I-95 then bought some Glocks out the West End
.223 and .556, I bet it cave that boy chest in
Realest sh#t I heard from my lil’ partner is like load up and let’s spin
They got me f#cked up if they thinking I ain’t gon’ rock out like I’m p#ss#
Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on the Glock, hit like a fully
Holding thirty shots, skraight with my rod
Wait ’til it’s dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, “f#ck a nine to five,” I’m on the block gripping a toolie
All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, rundown, chopper, make the gun sound
I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle
Can’t go nowhere without that banger ’cause my life wild
n#gg# ran up on me then we sprayed him, I’m talking lights out
We do the dash in that Durango
Jumped out with that pipe out
So tell ’em pipe down (Pipe down)
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