Yuh
Uh, shoutout 408 niggas, fuck
Ayy, ayy
Six foot, seven foot, spun the block like eight times
Brodie popped the ten and grabbed the .9, and he took eight lives
Homie asked me, "Could I take the blame just like I'm Akon?"
But he got caught with two banana clips and not the ape kind, uh
We sippin' dirty juice, mud up in that Minute Maid
You ain't never heard of me? I guess you need a hearin' aid
My choppa, it go, "Thun-dun-dun", they drop it when you hear it play
You get it? It go, "Thun-dun-dun", they drop it when you hear, okay
How much could my nigga move if he was packing hella bricks?
CJ wasn't playing pool, but he got caught with hella sticks
Nigga tried to play it cool, but he ain't know, we know he snitched
My homie, he a monster with that Lilo, so I call him Stitch (alright)
I got a bitch who move tha work, she hide a Ruger in her purse
I keep a duga, it gon' burst, I put a nigga on a shirt
If it's for better or for worse, he might get shot, he ain't the first
My mind got demons, and they lurk, I'm tryna fight 'em with these Percs
Yuh, damn
Ayy, yuh, whoa
Ayy, yuh, whoa, listen, uh
These niggas playing Call of Duty like they with the shits
I promise you that in the field, we ain't grippin' Nintendo sticks
He was playing station games, I hit 'em with extendo clips
Brodie popped the X, they boxed these niggas, he pulled up with glicks
Different colored Air-Force, hunnid dollar wristband
Ride around with shit that make the Piru hit the Crip dance
Knocked him off his bike, that nigga should have hit the kickstand
Robbed him for his trike, man, that's a way to make some quick bands
Uh, and I got quick hands, try 'em if you wanted to
All my niggas dogs, I'm runnin' 'round with the Marmadukes
Copped a new choppa got more switches than yo' momma do
Pull up if I spotted you, hotter than a sauna do (whoa)
I be the greatest though, make a hater hate me more
Wonder what's gon' hurt the most, my choppa or your ratio?
Like "eenie-meenie-minie-moe", I pick a nigga, take his dough
If you holla for the cops then we gon' let that choppa blow, uh
I got a bitch who move tha work, she hide a Ruger in her purse
I keep a duga, it gon' burst, If it's for better or for worse
I put a nigga on a shirt, he might get shot, he ain't the first
My mob got demons, and they lurk, I'm tryna fight them with these Percs
I got a bitch who move tha work, she hide a Ruger in her purse
I keep a duga, it gon' burst, I put a nigga on a shirt
If it's for better or for worse, he might get shot, he ain't the first
My mind got demons, and they lurk, I'm tryna fight 'em with these Percs, yuh
Ha, Darwin, ay
Whoa, what