Through the cut, with
Pabb, we gon' bang on 'em
Leeky in the backseat with that
chopper, we gon' swang on 'em
And all my drawers be Ralph Lauren
Twenty three shots to
his car, Michael Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
This be the fast nigga, gang
My gang or no gang, yeah
Tell me what's the problem,
we can handle that
Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I
guarantee they cancel that
Hah, I guarantee they cancel that
Quando Rondo n a
Leeky told me if you love your
n a love him to the fullest
Don't put your trust up in these
bitches, put 'em in the bullets
I told my brother Light that
this that life before fame
I could do a hundred years
and I still won't change
These other niggas in the streets,
they just tryna make a name
He don't want that beef with me
'cause I'ma hit him with the flames
Murder on my mind, he must
not heard my last song
I was locked up in that cell,
Re had twenty three a song
He ain't 'bout that lifestyle
that he puttin' in them songs
I'm ridin' for my niggas, I
told 'em that's right or wrong
Ray Bans, this s t
just don't seem right
All my niggas chase bands,
we uppin' at the green light
Tell me what it be and
we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that street
and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, n a
we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he
got that big four five on him
Quit all that fle in',
n a know he ain't with it
Catch his ass down bad,
I send one to his fitted
n a ABG, anybody can get it
n a ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
Quit all that fle in',
n a know he ain't ridin'
n a say he in the streets
but I know that he lyin'
Glock 21, I'ma up seventeen times
Glock 21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah
I made it off my block,
I feel I graduated
I just got a pistol for Christmas,
but don't get decorated
Never sober, always faded,
feelin' that I'm overrated
Mama told me just like this, you
know you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin', that's
gon' make me pull up
Hollow tips filled to the
tip, yeah my clip filled up
Pressure hit, I'ma roll this kush up
Si ty gang crip and I'ma throw
that neighborhood up, yeah
He say got them bands,
well we got them racks too
Thirty in my glizzy, my clip
longer than a Shaq shoe
You e posed 'cause
your bro, he a rat too
If I swang your avenue I'ma
slide cross them tracks too
Tell me what it be and
we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that street
and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, n a
we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he
got that big four five on him
Stop all that fle in',
n a know he ain't with it
Catch his ass down bad,
I send one to his fitted
n a ABG, anybody can get it
n a ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
Stop all that fle in',
n a know he ain't ridin'
n a say he in the streets
but I know that he lyin'
Glock 21, I'ma up seventeen times
Glock 21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah
Yop another bean, I'm finna crash out
I'ma sip this lean until
it make a n a pass out
Internet thuggin' ain't gon'
do s t but make me spazz out
I can get your gang gang
gone if we cash out
My whole campaign strong
like a bag of loud
Once that beef on, p y
n a ain't no backin' out
On your street, we gon'
creep with that ratchet out
On your street, we gon'
creep with that ratchet out
One in the head, leave
you dead by the stop sign
Pop out the window with
e tendos then this Glock nine
High speed chase, runnin'
