This is for the same niggas I bust guns with Bag snatchers, running through the trenches tryna mug shit
Thought he was slick, then brodie upped blick Grimy still locked on level fours for some old licks We don´t go for ho shit In your hood, you a crash dummy, they like, "Here, bro, hold this" If a nightmare took the stolen whip like it was his But you know to break a bitch I won´t say no names, but bro ´nem known to take trips No, my dogs could never snitch Hope my dogs don´t never switch G Therms, I was jailin´ with And them my dogs Ain´t gotta say too much, been sockin´ shit since the hall
She ate my dick up with some Halls, she a freaky lil´ broad Bitch, you ain´t sucking dick, bitch, get the fuck out Got your nigga pulling up? Ho, get the fuck out You was doing other shit, I was thugging with my dogs Having shootouts broad day, I was busting with my dogs Fell in love with a bitch, she was fucking with my dog Sauced up and bossed up, you ain´t fucking with my dog Where the weed? Spark that shit, is it all gone? You mad at me, you should be sliding ´cause your dog gone That´s your bitch, I´m going deep all in her jawbone
This loud strong, I was gon´ pour this four, but it´s all gone
Man, was gon´ pour this four, but I said, "Fuck that, bitch, I´m geeking" Lost my dog, I swear to God, bitch, I was tweaking My dog was here and now he not, that shit had broke me down to pieces Memories is all I got to hold on to, that´s how I´m breathing Couldn´t believe it Police stopped me, asked why I´m speeding Stop leaning, put down the cup I´m to the neck I´m slidin´ dolo on the set Man, I might just pull up looking janky, better not play with me
Might just creep up on you, boo, yeah, that´s a scary scene Flag on the play, get out the way, I hit the referee Flag on the play, get out the way, I hit the referee
I just hit that bitch, I ain´t want her, got the best of me Bitch called my phone a thousand times, why you stressing me? Can´t argue with no bitch, I´m tryna figure out my next P Listen, I could blow a bag and get it back, I call that dough hunt I´m glad a nigga baby mama bad, I got a cold son When he beat the chopper, clap back to his face and made his nose run
Get into this bag with Baby Simmons on the road run I still got four dirty guns, but I stole one I hit a couple ´Woods and hit the drank, but you gotta pour one The phony get to bangin´ like it´s big, but it´s a small gun And I could´ve hit that nigga in his fitted, but the wall won Every time I hit the strip club, I got all ones
Every time we hit the strip club, here all the hoes come Why every time you niggas hit the club, y´all never throw nothin´? We snuck blicky in the club, lil´ brodie always totin´ guns All much always totin´ sticks and if we see you, then you done
Hollow tips eat up his face and his brain scatter like some crumbs You can´t survive in the jungles, you get hate before you love Do this shit for all my dogs, free the gang, bitch, free the thugs Do this shit for all my dogs, free the gang, bitch, free the thugs Sip some drank to ease the pain, pour another four up Your bitch said she wanna fuck me, told the bitch to hold up And when we caught that nigga lacking, upped the pole, he froze up (Froze up)
Caught they ass lacking, hopped out and said, "Don´t run" Stripped ´em out they shit, but them niggas had no funds
I can´t even beef with my opps, they all bums They don´t even got ghost guns, they got no guns Big Slum, I ain´t want her, just wanted my dick sucked Nigga say he got my bitch, okay, yeah, which one? I ain´t even want her, I ain´t fuck her in six months I can buy a brand new bitch, we rich Bloods Big Slum dripped up, don´t get tipped up Diss us on the ´Gram, don´t get chipped up Slid through they hood, but it was right, ain´t see no one Whole section bracking, whole city, they know us Niggas all dope and the game just doped up Niggas want smoke, yeah, yeah, get smoked up