[Intro]
GANG! L's... shoutout my squad man
150 Roc Block man
Got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns
On us man... ain't no f** n***as come before ma
Squad, no b**hes man
What b**h come before me? Haha
R.I.P. my n***as...Welcome To Fazoland The Mixtape
L's
[Hook]
I got this .30 on me
Let a n***a try to run up on me
I'mma blow this whole damn .30
Yeah that n***a tried to run up on me
I got all this money on me
Yeah I know you wanna run up on me
I got a hollow tip for any one of these
Hunnids that I got up on me, p**y
These n***as love it all, these b**hes want it
b**hes want me
And my n***as got all these hoes
But a b**h'll never come before me, p**y
I ain't got no money on me
I only got a couple hunnid on me
So if I buy me some weed and some lean
I ain't got no more money on me, p**y
[Verse 1]
Look
All this money, these hoes, these clothes man
It don't mean sh** to me
Wanna be the youngest n***a wit a hunnid fifty M's
b**h I'm tryna make history
But I always gotta keep this .30 on me
n***a that's Black History
No safety, if a n***a run up on me n***a
Now he Black History
You can catch me on the block all day
Better check my history
Big blunts remind me of the block
Hallways smelt just like piss to me
And I cough so long, cause the smoke so strong
That's why I gotta sip the drank
b**h asked me "Herbo why yo cup so pink?"
I said "that's that mystery, b**h!"
How the Act had me gone like that
That's a unsolved mystery
When the Jakes ask me how they man's got whacked
That's an unsolved mystery
Out in traffic n***as know Duwop got the Gat
b**h it ain't no mystery
And every time I leave the house, got the strap on my side
b**h it's like my hip to me
GANG!!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
n***as know imma feind for the pants wit the wings
Yeah that's a couple hunnid on Jeans
n***as know imma feind pourin' 8's of the lean
n***a that's a couple hunnid on drink
Can't tote anything ho under .17
'Cause I got alotta hunnids on me
Duwop got the Neen that's totin' .17
Smoke a n***a if he run up on me, b**h!
Me and the bros ran thru alotta ho's
But a b**h'll never come before me
And these ho's ain't sh** I'll feed
Tell the b**h she out of luck if she come before me, GANG!! And n***a you can still catch me over east
Even though I'm the hottest in the streets
Pelle Pelle on my back, Robin Jeans on my a**
And you know I keep Prada's on my feet
Shootin' sh** we scorin', D-Wade wit the Thunder
And you know I'm like Ibaka wit the Heat
"Herb how you like Ibaka wit the Heat?"
Shoot a n***a wit the choppa' till he sleep
Blue tips sittin' all up in the FN
Wet a n***a like he hoppin' in the sea
Then I'm back on the Ave
Wit a mouth full of gla** can't serve
Unless you coppin' it from me b**h!
[Hook]