Don't you know I'm loco?

Don't think if we moved out the hood that we still won't...

Bust you in your head.

Keep it on my hip, I ain't with all the slippin'.

Down and shoot it out if these niggas keep trippin'.

Chrome gotta keep me a smithin'.

The blue rag, Commerce City, when they see me, I'm crippin'.

Never in the street, I got the streets in submission.

If I run up on you, don't you tell me you Christian.

Praying to the Lord, man, I hope that he listen.

Here around you hating, boy, you better keep your distance.

Cause we ain't about to play, catch you posted on the corner.

See you in your section, pay the ticket, you are gone.

Them dime bags, we ain't selling marijuana or stoner, but use the yellow tape in them corners.

all my life have been a real one and you can tell me nothing you ain't built one in the club looking like a million when that's gone

The gang bang.

Gang bang.

You know?

Gang bang.

gang bang gang bang gang

Bang.

No cuts.

Win with a snitching.

Talking to the rap man.

I hope the homies listen.

Don't break code for no checklist.

Catch me slippin', make a movie like it's Netflix.

Got my own bread, so I don't need nobody here to front me.

Know a lot, can tell you that he punk me.

Got my first chapter, first day, got red monkeys.

Never so, went away from the junkies.

Blue sneakers.

Make a bust down while I'm making blue faces.

You're crippled, turned down.

You're too ancient and naughty.

Tell me I ain't.

Let me get back to the basics.

Homies on the corner catching cases and I still embrace it.

Yeah.

We came back.

And I

Gang, bang.

Bang.

Who you trying to get crazy with this thing?

Don't you know I'm loco?