f#ckin with my squad you gon die lil n#gg#
Catch you on that side you gon die lil n#gg#
Real n#gg#s dont rat do they time lil n#gg#
Shots hit yo brain split yo mind lil n#gg#
f#ckin with my squad you gon die lil n#gg#
Catch you on that side you gon die lil n#gg#
Real n#gg#s dont rat do they time lil n#gg#
Shots hit yo brain split yo mind lil n#gg#
You know I like russian revolvers, f#ck around and pop out with a mopstick
How the f#ck are you comfortable talkin that gang sh#t knowing you ain’t never shot sh#t
And no I dont like conversations unless we gon talk about money
Little b#tch told me actions speak louder than words
So now I let my gun talk for me
A lot of these n#gg#s dont like me and they all just be plotting on murder
They number 1 goal is to take me, but thеy wanna put that on my mother
My momma said Kal you gon make it
And I told her I hopе thats the truth
She said no like im being for real
Just do what you do in the booth
b#tch you know about rules to the game
Whatchu know about dope and the cane
Whatchu know about shooting for his neck but you really tryna aim for his brain
Whatchu know about time in the pen
Whatchu know about going to trial
Whatchu know about beatin your case right after you sat for a while
Whatchu know about shooting your drams
Whatchu know about pleasin your moms
Whatchu know about threatening ya pops cuz you n#gg#s just can’t get along
Its crazy the life that i live
But I swear man these streets won’t change me
Went to jail and that sh#t didn’t break me
I take .40 out before you f#ck n#gg#s take me
f#ckin with my squad you gon die lil n#gg#
Catch you on that side you gon die lil n#gg#
Real n#gg#s dont rat do they time lil n#gg#
Shots hit yo brain split yo mind lil n#gg#
f#ckin with my squad you gon die lil n#gg#
Catch you on that side you gon die lil n#gg#
Real n#gg#s dont rat do they time lil n#gg#
Shots hit yo brain split yo mind lil n#gg#
Whatchu know bout waitin for them n#gg#s when them b#tches tell you where they at
Whatchu know bout runnin down on them make the lil n#gg# throw his strap
Whatchu know about shootouts broad day leave a lil n#gg# flat
Whatchu know bout pickin n#gg#s off cuz them n#gg#s claim they on my back
You dont wanna end up like the last n#gg#
That got clapped up tryna act up
Lil b#tch, .40, it’s a glizz
Pulled up on his block empty out the clip
Back to the trap bustin out the zip
Bust a lotta bands dumped a lot of blicks
b#tch can’t tell me sh#t
She know im a dog
I done did it all screamin f#ck the law
Give the streets my all
Promise ima ball
If i get the drop, we gon get it on
Pull up on a opp, n#gg# what you on?
Drilla get him gone, put it on my mom
All you n#gg#s b#tches we can’t get along
Bet them n#gg#s wish i put them in this song
b#tch dont call my phone leave it in the streets
Tough on the snap, see me and keep the peace
They dont want the beef
f#ckin with my squad you gon die lil n#gg#
Catch you on that side you gon die lil n#gg#
Real n#gg#s dont rat do they time lil n#gg#
Shots hit yo brain split yo mind lil n#gg#
f#ckin with my squad you gon die lil n#gg#
Catch you on that side you gon die lil n#gg#
Real n#gg#s dont rat do they time lil n#gg#
Shots hit yo brain split yo mind lil n#gg#
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