It's recording?
(Sparky made it slap, nigga)
On God
Ayy, nigga, keep doing your shit, cousin, on mamas
Nigga, stepping on these niggas, nigga, on gang, you know
You fucking with it, nigga
Man, free Slyde, shit, nigga, still holding it down, nigga
Keeping it solid, nigga
On mamas, nigga
Nigga, I love you, nigga
On God
I love you too
Ayy, my cuddie ru
Bust for you
Ayy, this chopper bugaboo
Ayy, free Slyde from behind them brick walls (Free Slyde)
This chopper go nuts, got big balls
The clip hella long, yeah, the stick tall (Stick tall)
I don't fuck with you, my name in your missed calls (Ayy)
Pissing on the homie grave got me pissed off (Pissed off)
Slide through the sucker shit
And let that stick off (Let that stick off)
What's up with the deuce? That's that Ridge talk (What's up, deuce?)
Take me off the GPS, y'all let Nick off (Free Nick)
When we hit them niggas' block, we can't find niggas (Find niggas)
Spin it like a DVD and rewind, nigga (Rewind, nigga)
Outside like the sun
That's why we shine, nigga (That's why we shine, nigga)
Bitches love lil' Bris, he a fine nigga (Fine nigga)
Yeah, they see I'm going up, they wanna see me down (See me down)
A nigga going up, but I'm pinkies down (Pinkies down)
We don't eat the shells you see on the ground (See on the ground)
Bitch, I run my bity, king of the town
You ain't know it's True Story
We don't Shakespeare (We don't Shakespeare)
My baby shooter sick, he keep a K near (Keep a K near)
Lil' Bris got pride problems, yeah, he can't fear (I can't fear)
Probably jump up out your bushes like a reindeer
When you hear that pa-pa-pa, it's gon' keep going (Pa-pa-pa)
Bitch suck my cock, I tell her keep going (Keep going)
I'm headed to the top, but I'm gon' keep goin (I'ma keep going)
Thirty hanging out the Glock
It's gon' keep showing (Gon' keep showing)
When them niggas killed my brother
Had to get me pole (Ayy, give me pole)
Plus I'm doing songs and these videos (And these videos)
This ain't ballerina, nigga, tippy-toe (Tippy-toe)
I can't trust a soul, lil' bitty hoe (Uh-uh)
You ain't dive in the funk, you did a belly flop (Belly flop)
Trapping in the spot, got the telly hot (Got the telly hot)
Dumbbell filled with shots, this a heavy Glock (It's a heavy Glock)
I ain't talking bout a drop, took off his Chevy top (Pa-pa-pa)
I'm fucking everybody bitch, I think your bitch next (Bitch next)
Put my whole dick in her, didn't have a inch left (Have a inch left)
I'm flexing on these niggas like I bench press (Like I bench press)
If you ain't moving right, then you gon get left
I'ma pull off on a bitch, you hear that skrrt (Uh-uh, skrrt)
Then pull back on her and get her purse (Get her purse)
Dropped out of school 'cause niggas nerds (Niggas nerds)
I'll do the drill, just say the word (Say the word)
You ain't know it's True Story
We don't Shakespeare (We don't Shakespeare)
My baby shooter sick, he keep a K near (Keep a K near)
Lil' Bris got pride problems, yeah, he can't fear (I can't fear)
Probably jump up out your bushes like a reindeer
When you hear that pa-pa-pa, it's gon' keep going (Pa-pa-pa)
Bitch suck my cock, I tell her keep going (Keep going)
I'm headed to the top, but I'm gon' keep goin (I'ma keep going)
Thirty hanging out the Glock
It's gon' keep showing (Gon' keep showing)