Gia.
Gia.
Gia.
It's going out to all them Gs.
Tall them thugs niggas still in the pen.
All my homies in YA and shit.
Still in the struggle.
For all them thug niggas out there representing who banged into the police.
What y'all motherfuckers gonna do?
Check me out.
What you motherfuckers gonna throw up?
What you motherfuckers gonna do?
Get your ass blow up when I blast the
Yep, times is ill.
Half of you niggas be wishing Rons can kill.
Who bang and who claim the same good as me?
I guarantee the motherfucker ain't as good as me.
I'm taking chances with different circumstances to deal with.
Got a brand new gat from my homies so I can kill with.
Now with ambulances headed to the fucking spot.
To sew up them niggas leaking like toxic waste.
It'll be a closed casket cause I blast to the face.
They got a taste of my heater.
Hot and sizzling like a fajita.
The only way that a nigga could beat her.
Is to be fast as a fucking cheetah.
I said what you motherfuckers gonna throw up?
I seen you banging in the CPT.
I sit back and reminisce about the days of old as I cracked the old gold, watched my plot unfold.
First rule, I always had to roll with heat because it's a cold, cruel world with some stone cold streets.
which block will set trip and have me from shit out of their teeth catch the reef no sorrow because it might be me dead tomorrow so y'all see the hollow is the code i follow i really miss my g that got shot last year so i shed a tear and pour out a little beer now look at how the enemies made me i'm crazy your skies is hazy from the shoulders you can't face me i blaze up the blood and start to
talk up all the points for the hood i done chalked up cause i ain't got nothing to lose i'm yelling west up bitch as i serve you fools come on what you motherfuckers gonna throw up
I say banging in the CPT.
I said what you motherfuckers gonna throw up?
I said banging in the CPT.
Come on, check me out.
I said life ain't nothing but bitches and money.
Blast, get the cash, live my life like yummy.
Time flies when I ride, it seems funny.
Make sure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy.
Who got shot on your block?
Your spot's hot.
Caps get here on the clock like TikToks.
No happy days, just criminal ways.
And the criminal mind makes sure the crime pays.
Who lays deep in the cut?
I'm giving a fuck.
Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut.
Dropped off in the alley so I can hit that gate and release the wooden handle with duct tape.
They copped the half of my nigga Al from Drake.
Chronic got me beating my chest like an ape.
Rape ain't the case.
They gave me.
It was
of sending niggas to hell or heaven.
What you motherfuckers don't throw up.
I said banging in the CPT.
See ya.
I said, what you motherfuckers gon' throw up?
Ranging in the ING.
Yeah.
Come on.
I said, what you motherfuckers gonna throw up?
Banging in the STC.
Gia.
I said what you motherfuckers gonna throw up?
Begging in the LBC.
Gia, come on.
Who banging in the house?
Who banging in the house?
Come on.
It's going out to all my G's.
It's going out to all my G's.
Locked down at the pen, still on the struggle.
You know how the fuck we do it?
Shit, what's up?
Live.
CPT till I die.
Boo-banging to the fullest.
What you motherfuckers want to throw up?
