Tryna catch him in the street and put his brains right on the curb I´m with a hundred and fifty steppers, I´m with Swerve I know felons, I know niggas tellin´, I don´t say a word Man, you gangster killer snitchin´-ass niggas got your nerve, huh? It be the softest niggas talkin´ crazy, blame it on the drugs I don´t go nowhere without my guns, I got ´em in the club Let me fuck you with my chain on, baby, I´m a thug Catch an opp on his B-day, throw him a party, Mr. Rugs
Coolin´ with some bad shit, lil´ Spanish bitch gettin´ out the tub Tryna see if she can help me get ´em cheaper than the plug If I let you run up sack with me, I did that off the love If I trust you walkin´ in back of me, most likely mean you blood And if we catch him, then he a casualty, we washin´ shit like Dove I asked lil´ bro how many hats he got, lil´ ass threw up a glove I´m that nigga, I feel like the one, labels tryna send me a dub Tryna buy a young nigga pub´, from concrete to Persian rugs
Tweakin´ with my niggas, we be spinnin´ just because God, please forgive us, we been sinnin´ just because We don´t need no reason, we gon´ kill him just because They mad because we winnin´ and still givin´ niggas the flux I fell out with my cousin, I ain´t kill him ´cause he blood Don´t mean I ain´t paranoid just ´cause I´m not in the hood Walked in Daniel Leathers, bought chinchillas just because Don´t think because I´m rich, I ain´t gon´ blick you if you budge, bitch
I´m still out here spendin´ shit and I´m way more than hood rich I dare one of my niggas leave a mission with a full clip I been tryna chill, but I still will get on some bullshit I´m lethal with my blick, pffft, that´s my switch Pull up on the side my opps´ whip, do ´em like John Wick You can´t be around the gang if you ain´t never shot shit
My hustle all muscle, so I double this shit like a lick Let´s turn one blick to two blicks, we drop three, then go up six
I´m out of town tweakin´ with my niggas ´cause I remember when we wasn´t shit I was a wildcard, used to go on hits, then post back up in the bricks (What up?) Like a lumberjack, got shit with wooden grips and couple of sticks And don´t question me about nobody who ain´t with me, that nigga a bitch (On foenem)
Tweakin´ with my niggas, we be spinnin´ just because God, please forgive us, we been sinnin´ just because We don´t need no reason, we gon´ kill him just because They mad because we winnin´ and still givin´ niggas the flux
I fell out with my cousin, I ain´t kill him ´cause he blood Don´t mean I ain´t paranoid just ´cause I´m not in the hood Walked in Daniel Leathers, bought chinchillas just because Don´t think because I´m rich, I ain´t gon´ blick you if you budge, bitch