[Intro]
Huh, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Hrrrrr
Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah
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[Verse]
Stick come out that wha- no
Jump out that car and go get that nigga
Everybody gettin' hit, shouldn’t been wit that nigga
Say, "Pap' fucked up in the head"
I beat you with that Glock and fuck up your head
They like, "Ah shit, he punchin' in"
He get to close we rushin’ him
We strapped, two chops, two F and Ns
These bitches work more than Mexicans
I stretch a slab and hit a split
I showed him magic did a trick
You know I'm ganster as it get
Still hang with Rollin' 60s Crip
We hit your face won't do attempts
Ask will he make it chance's slim
Bitch I'm Him Duncan at the rim
The dope hole jumpin' out the gym
I'm finna win a championship
Matte blue wrap vinyl round my whip
I put the drum on this swapped out the stick
Hopped out the car shot up his shit
They say I’m a cocky son of a bitch
I walk down on ya put the fire to your lip
I don’t fear the reaper at all
That nigga ain't even seen what I saw
I feel asleep with blood on the wall
And it wasn’t mine it was blood from my dawg
I still be havin' to double take
My momma say I got a troubled face
My grandma pray for me everyday
I know they wish I'd be scared straight
All I wan' do is go out like my dad
A legend the hood forever love
I ain’t never gone tell you what it never was
But I don't know them niggas ain't nun like us
They say I'm cut from a cloth they don't make
Broad day like put the rod to your face
Momma don't know I got raw at her place
Papi never worked a job but he straight
I don't know how to lie to you niggas
Speak on them boys im slidin' on niggas
I really don't give a fuck how you feel
Shoot you dead off not one kind of pill
I'll probably get high after it though
Once you leave don't walk back thru the doe
It ain't no back door on this house
You play with me I'll kill you where you stand
BK don't like loose ends
I don't shoot the shit I really shoot shit
I got gun powder on my hands
I'm prayin' to god the Ds don't grab me
I'm on the run like once again
I'm gettin' low them crackers can't nab me
BK hit a lick for 11K
I told the nigga we should buy eleven Ks
He said, "Lil cuz, why the fuck you so rowdy?"
He a cool killer that's what I love about him
Don't speak on them boys you don't know nun' bout 'em
We clear out blocks and blow down houses
Any nigga went to war with us in the city got whacked
Stop me when I'm lying these all facts
These niggas know how the fuck I'm coming
My momma say "Just chase the money"
I been robbed for most of the shit I love
I'll never let a nigga take nun' from me
It's deeper than sayin' long live dem boys
It's deeper than on the 'gram postin' pictures
I done jumped out cars broad day, chased niggas down tryna roast a nigga
I seen my dawg die in front of my face flatline, nigga I'm supposed to feel it
I know brodie kinda fucked up, 'cause when a nigga hit him he ain't know his killer
I left the hospital that night, I ain't go to sleep, nigga, 'til we went to get him
I'll never forget that day
Went straight to the attic to get my K
Long live dem boys scream that everyday
Got the blood of my brother all over my face
Got the heart of my daddy all in my body
Long live BG I feel like Gotti
I think I'm 5th when I'm in my Audi
He speak on Max we gon' do sum' bout it
Pull up like moody on you niggas
I might go horse when I'm in that Range
Long live dem boys, remember they name
