Huh? Ryte Gangsta, Rubirosa On blood nem, huh Huh, (A Lau on the beat) Yeah
If he play, then weâ goin´â viral (Gang) We spinâ through his block, spiral (Huh?) Nigga, Iâ ain´t the one to lie to (Nah) You with your mans, then he die too (What?) We gonna shoot up his Nissan (Yeah) I´m on whatever that he´s on In the field, my gun showin´ I told that bitch, she ain´t done blowin´ (Huh?) My chains like the Sun, glowin´ I told my youngin´ have fun, smoke him (Bew) Beat a rapper, and put him on Akademiks We got Glocks, and MAC-11s I see a opp, it get hectic (Yeah) My bitch, she feelin´ neglected (What?) I´m in the field, athletic We make a movie, direct it (Yeah) He got a gun, but don´t use it (Huh?)
Beat up the pot, abuse it (Ryte) I got a rocket, Houston We leave a opp with bruises (Yeah) You know the sticks, they stick with me Want beef, then I got them dicks with me (Aye) All the bitches, they tryna get pics with me Get shot, just for dissin´ me (Huh?) Man you bitches ugly, Betty (Yeah) I still probably fuck, to be petty (Ryte) VVS wet, sweaty Play with the gang, this shit gettin´ deadly (Gangsta) She like, "ABG cold as ice" (Yeah) My lil´ niggas sluts, they blow them pipes No, I ain´t told them twice (Nah) You playin´ with us, is like rollin´ dice He tryna fight on the ´Gram For me, it´s on sight for the man
Damn, ryte, we turn that boy to a sprinter (Huh?) Heat up his block, in the winter (Yeah) I´m playin´ with sticks, so I got a splinter