[Intro]
(Ayo Rich, you got one)
(Moneyslap, how you make this?)
[Verse]
I'm a [?][0:18], no you not, lil' boy, just stop the actin'
[?] diss [?] and then we get to smackin'
Even ask your homie, boy, you know he with the clappin'
Young hitter off the [?], all my rascals gettin' active
Niggas disappear like magic, even God don't know what happened
Motherfuckers only clappin' on the beat when niggas rappin'
Gang slidin' with a passion, homie, this a gangsta anthem
Yeah, it's hard to put my feelings into words, so I be blastin'
I'm just a chill nigga, I don't even know what happened
I'm the enemigo lurkin', top opp, pistol packin'
It's on sight, no [?], nigga, every interaction
He's the typе to beat the block just for purchase satisfaction
Brush a bad bitch off, givе a fuck, we gon' block 'em
And if he don't got my money, then I know we got a problem
And if we got a problem, got a hundred ways to solve 'em
I ain't need no warnin' shots, if we slide him then we got him
This the real niggas poppin' up
So I don't care about your fam, you can call him up
You can check up in the city, we the baddest ones
I been mobbin' with some demons who is mad as us
You can get it back in blood if you want this lick back
She gon' give a youngin face and you can have the bitch back
And this green inside this wood got me coughin', shit smacked
I don't like his face, I'ma get it pushed back
Say she wanna meet the gang, she in love with felons
Heard your mans wrote a statement, he in love with tellin'
I get excited when the bag in, I'm in love with blues
What it do to a nigga, I'm in love with tools
I be fightin' hella demons, I'm a demon too
And, boy, this shit ain't for you, you should stay in school
Squabble up or have a shootout, what you wanna do?
And when you catch me with the homies, we gon' act a fool