[Intro]
Ugh, ugh (Some people might say you are the devil)
(Lose–Lose)
We gon' give 'em
We gon' give 'em hell
We gon' give 'em hell, yuh, aye
[Verse]
We gon' give 'em hell, yuh
All this guap on CCV's, I did that with no help
I could crack your CC, nigga
Do that by myself, I'm in LA, smoking GG
That's good gas, you couldn't tell, bitch, this ain't no GG
I feel like I'm KEY!, aye, I got guns and barrels
My lil' bro think he should baz because he always carry shells
Oh, them coppers thought they had one, bro walked out the cell
Surf Gang, bitch, thе realest and I know your bitch can tell
Know your bitch can—
Yеah, give 'em hell
I feel like KEY!, how a nigga give 'em hell
Got the key to my city, why you want to see me down?
Aye, hating ass niggas, reason why they not around
Uh, with yo' bitch we getting low and she gon' fucking go
Got no time for no lil' dirty bitch, I just get top and go
Said it's only sodas in the crib, I think it's her time to go
Just hit a coffin, man, so [?] 'cause it's cold
I'm in the 'A, nigga, might be in yo' zone
Catch me right by JJ Fish, man, it's just me and Vo
Yeah, I'm by JJ Fish, I heard that they got hoes
That baby Zaza shit, I also got some lows
I stick to the code, aye
Money over bitches, yeah, you know that that's the code
If I'm countin' digits, man I do that with my bros
Heard it's a pandemic, how the fuck we doin' shows?
Aye, we sell out a show
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