[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep, 'cause these bitch niggas after me
My Glock in my lap, but the Drac' in my seat
You can get smoked like some wrap of weed
When these niggas see me you know they gon' speak
And you know these niggas dapping me
But they be the same niggas that be dick ridin' on the internet bashing me
Dolce & Gabbana, I got me some drip
She say she want kids, put some on her lip
I'ma bend that bitch over, hit her from thе rear
Bitch, I beat up her guts whilе I bite on her ear
Man a nigga was broke had to find me a crib
And I'll get a nigga whacked and I won't shed a tear
Real ass gangsta, real ass thug
All the OG's show me love
Ay, real ass shooter, I never hesitate
I have a nigga askin' for the call to the heaven gates
Had too much fake around I had to separate
I sat at the table ain't had no food on the plate
Pray to the Lord, I hope I see better days
Still got some niggas that stuck up on section 8
Shots at the trap so I had to evacuate hey, hey, yeah
[Verse 2]
Rich ass nigga with a whole lotta stacks
Run off on me, you get shot in your back
And I keep me a gun, I never lack
And I'm fuckin' this bitch with no strings attached
And you know I'm a Crip, my nigga a slatt
I'll get a nigga whacked if he turn to a rat
And this shit is no cappin' I don't like hats
Bitch this life that I'm livin' I put it in raps
Pole never fold so I had the zip-zip
On the block with the gang, with the Glock on my hip
Crack him on coke, but I got me a sip
Got to whippin' in the kitchen I ain't even gonna slip
White bitch want a molly, but I got Perkies
Should I catch me a body? It ain't worth it
Gotta clean this .30, finna get dirty
Got away with murder one time, so I ain't worried
Reload on your block then I let off some shots
How you gon' run from me when I got a red dot?
On the block in the sun, bitch I think I'ma rot
Put this pole in his face and he gone with them shots
Bitch, you strafe when you aim, so I know you nervous
These niggas they bitches, they scared to serve it
This gun on my side, so I'm never worried
And bitch when I die put my face on the jersey
All these niggas plottin' on me
Just know that I keep the rocket on me
Never leave the house without this burner on me
That explains why my oppositions runnin' from me
I play the Drac' like a guitar
And my Glock got a dick like a pornstar
Real Jamaican, I hang with the rastas
And I keep me a choppa for robbers
Ay, picture me with this 23
Slidin' on your street, 'bout four deep
Spin the block one time, two times, three times like it was a repeat
