You would take a sip of that green, nah
You´ll hit the clean with the cut, yes
Goofy smoke my weed, nah
Your gun come with a beam, yes
Alexander McQueen scarf

Not for the drip, I cover the tats
Might gotta shoot a nigga all in his back
Nigga act like he a big dawg
Everything he say out his mouth straight cap
I call Von, he steer with the MAC
I don´t sip drink but I do miss Act´
I know a young nigga that´ll work this pack
See him one time and he can´t get a pass
None of my shooters gon´ put on a mask
They gon´ kill whoever they catch
Nigga want gas, I´ll put on a tax
Nigga better run when that Hellcat scratch
You can´t come around, you don´t boot up off x
I can´t come down, just give me my meds
Only The Fam´, ain´t really got friends
I spent two thousand on a pair of pants
I´m real street, nigga, I need romance
I told her come down, she don´t suck with no hands

Niggas ain´t gang, they really be fans

They say when I talk, sound like I preach
They say they love when I talk to the streets
If you not real, stop talkin´ to me
If you not trill, stop talkin´ to me, woah
´Posed to be my brother, woah
Showed your true colors
Niggas actin´ like they for us
But I thought we had each other, woah

We used to serve in the alley
I talk to my pops on the tablet
I fuck with the T´s, they valid
I fuck with the stones, they valid
Prices lower than Cali´
The flight´s a thousand and somethin´
But Ralo got caught on the private

I hate all the cops with a passion
Fast car, so I don´t gotta stash it
Too high, I keep bands near the glasses
Bitch niggas, they make me the maddest
I done seen niggas snitch on the status
Killers slide in the night like Gladys
From the hood where they flip off a mattress
Where they light crack pipes for mattresses
Where they try to put air in their baggies
Where they´ll try lower your standards
Why you tryna get me on camera?
Talkin´ bout murders, I vanish
And I want my plug to speak Spanish
And I like my ho to be managed
Where the feds did a sweep, it did damage
Where the feds did a sweep, it did

They say when I talk, sound like I preach

They say they love when I talk to the streets
If you not real, stop talkin´ to me
If you not trill, stop talkin´ to me, woah
´Posed to be my brother, woah
Showed your true colors
Niggas actin´ like they for us
But I thought we had each other, woah