Still on that same shit
Gang shit
Man, you know what the fuck going on?
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You know what, I'm on boy, no tempting me, I blow the stick
Jakes give me a name, the gang or opps, no, I don't know that nigga
Gang just gotta switch, we get into it, he gone hold the trigger
Free that boy, had something to do with Jay, Mon make that boy a victim
They like J4 Krazy, why he always gotta cutter with him
They know why 'cause every time you see me, got my brother with me
'Posed to hopped out on a nigga, damn, had my lil' cousin with me
Know who bussing triggers, name a nigga you think fucking with me
We up to something, wanna see more caskets, got another switch
Get back gang, we catch his ass in traffic, we gon' park that bitch
Who they starting with? They don't even know who they got problems with
Swung my door, I blow my stick and gang ain't never go for shit
You don't want no beef, boy
Tell me where your heat, boy
Clapping at your ass until you fall then rest in pee for him
Still be in the city with my blick, the car be tinted up
Soon as he gone live and talk his shit, that's when we pulling up
Shoot it up? Hell nah, boy, we don't go shoot it up
Hopping out that bitch and get up on them then we shoot 'em up
Fuck that boy speaking on the gang, that's what had put him up
I'm on that car, hit a couple guys, they don't know who it was
Bro, don't like that nigga, I had to fuck his BM right there by his son
Drop a diss, that's okay 'cause half the opps right in my lungs
One up top, I walk right next to 12, you know I got my gun
Caught with a gun, same week I got out bitch, I was shooting one
Stupid pawn when we go clap your ass, he ain't gone shoot at nothing
Don't be posted, boy
Make 'em niggas post you with a broken heart
Push to start
When we push up on you, know who in the car, we leave a mark
And when I got my mask, I don't care where we are
On your ass
Up the drac and blast, you know about Kspazz
Do the dash, bro, behind the wheel, you know he on the gas
Ain't smoking gas
Shoot at niggas sober, I been known to blast
Niggas mad 'cause I gotta bag them niggas on they ass
You see the flash, you know what I'm on, I ain't no cameraman
Actin' tough, said you smoking who you know you should've ran
See tomorrow, prolly thought he could, he had a change of plans
Drop them bands, you know we go get 'em
Fry 'em like a pan
Tryna get them niggas
Back to back, we call that shit a spam
My son ain't do shit wrong man
Look, nah, you got it wrong ma'am
He dissing in them songs ma'am
But we ain't do that shit
Just be talking, it's a song, man