Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow
Yeah, y'all know the vibes
It's that six times ten sh*t
Neighbors don't need no favors
Them ends don't need no friends
Get me? Look (CP did it baby)
Huh, look, look
Listen
I walk in the spot, thirty on me and some chops
All my ni**as really rock, roll, control
Shout my 'Layos, you know how my ni**as move
But I ain't movin', I'm rollin' and I'm shootin'
I said, "Baby, it's crazy," hahahahaha
I be really wit' them killin' ni**as and them drillin' ni**as and we back
In the Floss, get you offed
I don't do this too much, I just talk that talk
Gimme talk back too, what's the word? What y'all wanna do?
Empty out the clip, I'm wit' the Crips, neighborhood sh*t
All of my ni**as, they on sh*t, I ain't gotta be on, b*tch
Hol' on, I be so gone
Call up that boy YJ grippin' on the tool
He gon' break the rules, boy, you a fool, you a fool
I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly"
Soso, one call, that boy built for homicide
I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much
I was in the pen' wit' a couple killer ni**as and I stay tooled up
I could get you shot, get you packed up, huh, that's on the set
I ain't gotta say too much, and I just let that b*tch, let that b*tch off
Stupid ni**a, what you talking for?
I am really in these streets, and I won't say no more
Hol' on, shake it, huh, just, I said, "Just shake it"
All this money that I'm makin', bad b*tches and they cakin'
Ass fat, huh, heard that bad b*tch was Jamaican
Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on
She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC
Now I gotta lift a ni**a up, leave his brother upset
Heard that lil' ni**a tellin', huh, I'm a felon
But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playin' wit' a ni**a, I'ma get em
Rr, I'm nasty, bad b*tches and they classy, they ain't trashy
Ask me, anything you really want
I'ma let em up, I'ma go dumb, huh
I do this sh*t for fun
Tell 'em ni**as, "Check in with me 'cause I keep a gun"
Huh? You can not play, .38, let it spray
That nine milli', thirty clip, let 'em
This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang
Me and you is not the same, stay in your place
Boy, you a lame, I'll carry the tool
And I'm still on the Fifth, wit' an eighth
Woo, woo, woo
Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow