Who dat talking bout who dat
Run up on me
You get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve
I'm off the curb
Push mountains of herb
You niggas already heard
The bro Berg
Keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however
'Cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh n***a what
Huh give a f**k like whaat
Blow my weed smash the dash
Hop up in my lane shit be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind
F**k the thousand dollars brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud
Around his gang ass n***a ass n***a
Compton for real you ain't gotta ask n***a
Floating through the city
Like I'm on a raft n***a
Mike Vick with the shit
I don't need a pass n***a
Like what that shit do yeah
I'm just doing my thang
Fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back
'Cause you don't want no problems like that
'Cause we gonna be like huh n***a what
Huh give a f**k n***a whaat
Huh n***a what
Huh give a f**k n***a whaat
Your money funny you a clown
Your b***h hit me up
Then I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here
All you other nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef
Till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash
'Cause I got them yelling
Woo like Flair
When I'm done they always ask
How you do dat there
Word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your b***h she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
'Cause I'm a pimp see word to Bun B
Underground king no checker
Shout out to the b***h pressing
Get a weight lift
Reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin' no Syphilis
Strap it up you murder the p***y
Real beef you don't talk you just murder a p***y
See me
I'm just doing my thang fingers in the sky
Banging my game like uh
Go on fall back
'Cause you don't want no problems like that
'Cause we gonna be like huh n***a what
Huh give a f**k n***a whaat
A n***a be like huh n***a what
Huh give a f**k n***a whaat
A n***a be like
Who dat
I bet your lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly
Mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond lane
I thought you knew that
Pound half-Raider
Hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas
Trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros of the Locke
Them hoes on stop
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding
My b***h is red as a Honda
Throw back on them Yokohamas
I'ma slam the scraper
You touch the paper it's go
Me I'm just granted for show
These hoes thanking it's snow
I get it going my nig
I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful
n***a please
I'm the one with the fetti
I'm going out with a bang
It's Lane on the chain
I just show 'em with diamonds n***a
'Cause Lane is the gang
