Hunnid Gs

Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity

Long d**k ya chick like my rap's longevity

Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em all in bad moods

Stompin' on shoes, I never lose

I don't give a f**k about how you feelin'

Got the roof on fire, lace to the ceilin'

Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit

Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift

Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast

My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast

We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics

We bounce off of motors like West Coast hydraulics

Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box

Right near the mask and the wig and the fake dreadlocks

Bombaclat, box of ammo in the pocket

It's all fun and games till your eye's hangin' out your socket

Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space

Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face

Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space

Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face

Hey yo, I got a problem with authority

Lawyers handle problems accordingly

They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me

I gotta make sure my corner eat

Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea

Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats

Either you a hustler or a thief

All I needed was a quarter ki'

In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G

Sold it hot but I bought it cheap

Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek

Huh, borrowed your b**h for a week

She hold my guns and bricks, I give her d**k for a storage fee

You talk slick but can't afford to be

And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be

Step on work with foreign sneaks

Everything foreign so my b**h look like Kimora Lee

Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space

Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face

Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space

Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face

Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!

The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop!

Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile, you could be double-crossed

By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel

Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side

Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside

Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died

His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied

I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo

But culture vultures don't hear me though

Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal

While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle

Why the f**k would I touch a THOT with some gonorrhea?

I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia

Go look it up, you don't read books enough

That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, n**a

(I'm a G, n**a)