[Intro]
187 right now, n***a
Run up, then we blow you right down, n***a
Head shot, ain't no leg shot, that's a red dot
Them red hots k**ing sh** all the time, yeah that's dead cops
R.I.P to all the fallen soldiers
I be all through the Town, from the Dub to the Nolia
Catch me on the other side, probably trynna f** you over
n***as riding, we be sliding, probably trynna slump you over
[Verse 1]
None but hitters in my squad, make me call King Shoota, n***a
He'll never ask, "What he do?"
He just shoot a n***a down
Swear I only f** with all savages
Only talk to guys, I don't f** with no average b**h
We be doing crimes, ride in steamers, all kind of hits
Whack a n***a then slide back when his candle lit
At the same spot, yeah we got the same drama
Homie smoked a n***a, now my homie got a rain drop
While the plug did his eyeball, I'm off d** poured while I jack ball
And if you looking like a stain, we'll jack y'all
Only jack bread, I don't never jack off
Cause I got hoes on my dick, cause the know a n***a next
I ain't never been with Nike but I'm f**ing off a check
Bro put a body on his .40 and we trade it for a Mac
Get you poked up in the County, send a hit through collect
n***a shout out my connect
He got kush, he got lean, he got crack
He got rock, he got pills, he got guns, he got smack
n***as see me, say what's up, then they talk behind my back
Till I pop out where you at, come out, my vest is double bra**
Two 30's, that's 60, n***a
Plus my bro Savage Sheen got fifty, n***a
Don't make us rock out with them glizzies till they empty, n***a
And we ain't picky, we let Semis off at any n***a
Pull up, pop you in yo dreads, n***a, now you just a dead n***a
You are just a broke boy, you don't have no bands, n***a
Put a drum on that b**h then we [?] the band, n***a
Played a quick tune for 'em, yeah we made him dance
On the Pole where it's at, red bone give me neck
b**h I'm riding for my set, that mean I died for the next
Real n***a they respect, bad b**h, good weed
Up the roll on that hoe, all you seen was blue cheese
None but hunnids like that, yeah I'm coming like that
I don't kick it, that's why n***as don't run it right back
Should I run it right back? I ain't even write that
He tried to swing so I popped him, I ain't wanna fight back
Throw yo' P's in the air for my bro, if you ride with the moon
If you don't, n***a, you get robbed when this tool spit
So many bad hoes I don't know who to pick
So please, baby girl, yo' baby daddy losing
Look me in my eyes, you can see a lot of pain
I been through a lot of things, I done hit a lot of stains
Real n***as who was rocking 'fore I had a lot of fame
When I make it, swear to God, I'ma buy a lot of chains
Ask Smithy, he gon' tell you I go crazy, stupid
Ask the streets, they gon' tell you that I payed up my dues
Ask your b**h, she gon' say I'm more famous than you
I got shorties with the sh**s, who more dangerous than you
That be popping out, f** you talking 'bout, 30's popping out
Swerving through disguise, stopping traffic trynna hawk you down
Red tape, that's a homicide, it's a homicide
Winter time, heat his block up like it's summer time
n***as say they hot, no you not, n***as know you lying
b**h I'm back now, everybody know the summer mine
Wanna feature now, that's a racket, f** you talking 'bout
They like, "Why you taxing?"
Cause yo' weak a** trynna buy some clout!