Ayy, G, it´s time to set the streets back on fire, fuck peace Nigga, we just re´d up Three
4Hunnid Bitch Y´all already know how who I am, right? (Mustard on the beat, ho) Here we go, let´s go, oh
Ayy, go brazy Don´t raise your hand if you ain´t got no motherfuckin´ foreign (Damn) Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh) Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin´ (Ayy) I ain´t your nigga or that simp that you used to (Right) My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam´ got his head shot
I´m from the J´s and we ain´t ever did no leg shots
That nigga start beef, but he ain´t bummin´ to that land mark I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark Slide through the set like y´all active and we rippin´ cards A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies My skin fucked up and broke out from the lead probably I hit your bitch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly I got the thing with twin Turbo´s, well, this the Benz or Audi?
My nigga saucy with the plays, but ain´t no way around it Jay´s, Jay´s, go brazy She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil´ baby Said she really ´bout it, ´bout it, told her let me see her bodies Bitches only hit me up because they see a nigga poppin´ In the gutter with the thugs, totin´ pistols like they rockets Like, damn, I never think I´d be who I am Fuck, but I can´t be your nigga, I´m just sayin´
Ayy, go brazy Don´t raise your hand if you ain´t got no motherfuckin´ foreign
Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin´ (Ayy) I ain´t your nigga or that simp that you used to My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam´ got his head shot I´m from the J´s and we ain´t ever did no leg shots
Headshot, headshot, whole lot of headshots (Headshot) Enemy gon´ bash and that´s a whole lot of dead opps All that talkin´ brazy got your man got The opps lil´ boys, put ´em in a sandbox FN cocked, I be totin´ big shit (Fire, fire)
Yeah, you got gloves, but you ain´t never did shit (Nah) We don´t take Ls lightly, that´s bitch shit So, yeah, we gon´ double back for that slim shit (Skrrt) Hit your block, hop out, walked in, do it up Ain´t nobody hangin´ out, fuck it, still shoot it up Rude as fuck, you ain´t do enough, don´t talk to me (Don´t talk) Braindead, bled out, shot up in his artery (His artery) Really from the gang, this shit a part of me I ain´t never need a pass, niggas never pardoned me Tree Top gang on the toilet, T-Piru, Dimu´ Blood nigga from all the three
Ayy, now go brazy Don´t raise your hand if you ain´t got no motherfuckin´ foreign Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin´ I ain´t your nigga or that simp that you used to My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam´ got his head shot I´m from the J´s and we ain´t ever did no leg shots