[Intro]
Dubba-AA flexing
Mook on the beats
Mmm, you know we living, we on
This Is The Sound
Look
[Chorus]
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta sh*t but cry when a ni**a get knocked
You ’posed to walk it how you talk it
But sh*t, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
fu*k what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my domе
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
[Verse]
Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up
Damn right, we scrеaming self-defense, he shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence, see them pussy ni**as shouldn't have ran up on me
Who the fu*k said that I was hidin'? I’m still ridin’ 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight, I ain’t never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? b*tch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That sh*t a shame
I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast sh*t
We be on some rockout with that Glock out, on some G sh*t
I be with them youngins, really mopped out on that three sh*t
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets sh*t
We be on some fu*kin’ hit his mama house when his b*tch in there
[Chorus]
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta sh*t but cry when a ni**a get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But sh*t, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
fu*k what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
[Outro]
Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip ni**as, only life that I had
What they don't know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah
I don't give a fu*k how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same, you need to stop fu*king with him
Dig what I'm saying?
And everybody think this sh*t a game
I already know it's murder behind this sh*t