500 Homicides

[Intro]

(C-Sick) Oh, these niggas ain't gangsters

Stay tryna take my lil' homie off the streets, huh?

Free 'Nine, bitch

We still got real niggas out here (So everybody gangster now, huh?)

Where you from, nigga?

Free the guys, man, you ain't from where we from

I told my niggas we gon' make it, man

It's a fuckin' movement, man

We a fuckin' family, we ain't a gang (Let's get it)

OTF (Squad)

[Verse]

These niggas is bitches, gettin' info from bitches

Go and tell to the piggies

I'm tryna get riches and stay on that business

Free bro, niggas snitchin'

My case almost over, you lucky one pendin'

I put two in his lemon, this four-five a lemon

Extended clip for his niggas and he ain't shit to his niggas

We don't hesitate, from DeDe and BayBay, just know the opps ain't never safe

Load up the Glock and reload the eight

Do a drill on the opp, no clones, I see dots

ACG's, Free the Guys shirt and one pair of rocks

I'm on the block

Hope my tape don't flop and it go gold when it drop

I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies and we riskin' indictment

Just to get flier than a first class ticket, United

300, The riot

Murder, murder, kill, kill, in the jam I'll never squeal

My label only time I deal

I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes, 4's and the niggas under Neal

Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel

Dreamin' 'bout a hundred mill', step on that curb with a hundred pills

Western Union money to bro and them in the cell doin' twenty years

And I lost a couple of these niggas and they ain't never seen twenty years, oh

Bro 'nem died when I was out of town, shit happened I'm not around

Slide through every opp block and we opp shop 'til they not around

What's up with this twitter beef?

Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?

They mad I'm in the winner seat from the summer time 'til winter breeze

And chopper squeeze, bitch go, "brrat, brrat, brrat"

I ain't even gotta rap (Rap, rap), Rex 'nem in the trap (Trap, trap)

One time, no light bulb, bro 'nem gotta lamp (Lamp, lamp)

Where you from? You ain't stamped (Stamped, stamped)

Niggas know we the champ (Champ, champ)

Got niggas sneak dissin' in they rap

Make a real nigga gotta spit facts

Got some niggas sayin' keep it only rap

That's how these old niggas stay on the map

Headshot, we ain't gettin' into that

Niggas tellin', hands full of pens and pads

Grab a pack, blood bleedin' real bad

Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range or an Audi

Fuck a nigga doubt me

All on my dick when they see me

Knowin' this bitch wanna be me

Hell yeah, you can die over a retweet

I'm grabbin' my pole, no Mimi

I can't see a nigga like Stevie

I won't tell, I'll take me a BG

Let's get it

Gang