Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Boys in the hood.

It's your motherfucking boy, nigga.

Yeah.

J-O-D-Y-O-D-Y Breeze.

Yeah.

Yeah, nigga.

Showing off in this motherfucker.

Sign your motherfuckin' self, nigga.

Yo, you rich.

Sign your motherfuckin' self, nigga.

Y'all hate us.

Let's do it.

Get to it, nigga.

What's the clock?

Go pop, dawg.

We're probably about to pop, dawg.

Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg.

Run, you can shot kill us.

And fuck the cops Real gangsters don't fly They just kill your supply Once the clock go pop, dawg We probably about to pop, dawg Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg Run, you get shot, kill em

And fuck the cops, real gangsters don't fly They just kill your spot, niggas

Sign yourself, we the niggas with the big triggers.

Big to deep, bring it pain to you bitch niggas.

I'ma hit him with the chopper, man.

The only thing he say, Holmes, is I'ma last.

I just make a phone call.

One call, have all y'all don't call.

Uh, with the Lone Barrel.

Holla tilts, hit your cracker, nigga, bone marrow.

Niggas hang, but I'm still here.

Won't hesitate to put a nigga in a wheelchair.

Or should I say a pine box?

On one deep on your street with nine glocks.

And they all got extended clips.

Pistol grip, pump, slip.

You get pistol-willed I make them take their clothes off Fuck on the pistol, then I shoot a nigga in the nose off

I'm in the hood, I'll never leave Bustin' heads with Jody Breeze

I kill a nigga on the spot, nigga.

Fuck the body cause I'm aiming for the top, nigga.

Real gangsters don't fly.

They just kill your spot.

Once the Glock go pop, dawg, we probably about to pop, dawg.

Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg.

Run, you get shot, kill him.

Real gangsters don't fly.

They just kill your spot.

I'm in the Mr. Real Killers.

Cap pillars and drug dealers, that'll fill your ass up with bullets about this griller.

No question I ain't see him, I'll blast you off a ripper.

Stealing your cash faster than a hoe can flash you a nipple.

I specialize in sleeping game, my brains a heat sensor.

Let my dope sizzle, I'm a wizard, a work whipper.

Drop it straight so this cake, I can get it quicker.

Trying to be slick, I chop my rocks up a little bigger.

I'm a blast, you're my guest.

Thinkin' I ain't had your brain slide down the wall like some brand new paint

And ride off on some brand new wet.

Go check.

You can bet we ain't in nobody's debt.

If you owe me Gucci or Jody, we gon' collect.

Sign yourself, show enough, have your ass on a scratch Disrespect the flex, I have things up to your neck

Ticks, AK, palms, these ain't no death threats What's the clock go pop, dawg?

Probably about to pop, dawg Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg Run, you get shot, kill him

And fuck the cops Real gangsters don't fly They just kill your supply Once the clock go pop, dawg We probably about to pop, dawg Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg Run, you get shot, killer

Real gangsters don't fly.

They just kill your spot.

I walk around without a bodyguard.

Cause you niggas.

It's not as hard as you say if you was.

You wouldn't have to have your body guarded.

Four to five, find me close.

Try me, ho.

They gonna find your legs on land.

But the rest of your little body flows.

Get fucked, I'ma push in the trunk with the pump Cause I ain't no punk, nigga, if it had to go down I ain't scared, I'd dump, nigga

Leave you in the forest like your last name Gump.

Yo, chump nigga, show the breathing Gucci man.

Pull up in the Gucci van with two or three roogers.

Where you stand is where we shooting, man.

Hold up, nigga.

This show enough, nigga When I'm shootin', I'm aimin' from your throat up, nigga Cause y'all haters bout to make me throw the Glock in your face

And show your pussies how you really supposed to rock away So lean back, nigga, I mean that

Nigga, I squeeze back.

Trickle, cause I'm that.

Nigga, in the bubble tank.

Deanna Pacer, man.

Reggie getting old.

So I'm sticking with the purple, man.

I'm the young thug y'all been dying to hear.

If you're rich, nigga, let me see you sign yourself.

Get the Glock, go pop, dawg.

Probably about to pop, dawg.

Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg.

Run, you can shot kill us.

Pops, real gangsters don't fly.

They just kill your spot.

Once the clock go pop, dawg, probably about to pop, dawg.

Might as well go ahead and give us what you got, dawg.

Run, you're getting shot, killer.

Real gangsters don't play.

They just kill your spot, niggas.