Ay Ewell
I don′t want no autotune (yeah, you know, lately)
Fuck all that s**t
We been on a whole 'lot of gang s**t you know, never lane switch
That′s how I'm comin' (gang-gang since potty train, all that shit)
Oh, this how you comin′ too? (Nah, for real)
This a real n***a party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin′ out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I′m not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I′m not a fan (fan), damn (damn)
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this s**t up, I cannot pretend, damn (damn)
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain′t tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy)
′Cause if you gon′ slide, p***y nigga, then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin′ in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then
You don′t wanna hear that frrp, then shhh
'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew-pew-pew (ugh)
Ridin′ with that wish-a-nigga-would (uh)
This right here'll turn a n***a name to a hood
Bumped into a b***h I knew in high school
Look, been tried to f*ck you, bitch, you past due
Remember you was dissin' in the classroom
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom
You wasn′t out here with the gang b***h you lyin′
You wasn't duckin′ from the 12 totin' the iron
I can′t trust you b***h if you not one of mine
We don't need no new niggas, yeah, b***h we fine
This a real n***a party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin′ out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don′t f*ck with rappers (nah), no I′m not a fan (fan), damn (damn)
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this s**t up, I cannot pretend, damn (damn)
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain′t tryna slide, so don't be actin′ like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon′ slide, p***y nigga, then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
Don′t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then
Let me see you slide (straight up)
Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on God)
Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, don′t get crucified (on God)
Glock .33 with the .30 hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin′
After the candlelight, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up
You think ′cause you went and tatted your face, that s**t make you tough?
Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust
This b***h trippin' tryna face time, I′m tryna catch me a nut
Roll the window down, stick the choppers out
Fuck a diss song, nigga, let's shoot it out
Lace my boots up, put the coupes up
Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff
Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big s**t
Savage pop a lot of shit, like that n***a foreign clip
Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof
Fuck a fistfight, I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21)
The streets raised me, I′m a bastard (straight up)
All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah)
Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that n***a astma (21)
Middle school to high school, I was stealin′ plasmas
This a real n***a party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can′t shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don′t f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn (damn)
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can′t make this s**t up, I cannot pretend, damn (damn)
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin′ like you is (pussy)
′Cause if you gon' slide, p***y nigga, then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some fuckin′ shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
Don′t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud)