Ah, ah
(Double A Flex)
Double-A be on the beat
When Double-A be on the beat, I-
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R-Real killers, probably step on four or five niggas
C-C-Crip niggas but still gon´ run the town with slime niggas
Pills nigga, yellow, I got double Y´s, niggas
B-Big tipper, no, you can´t fuck my ho, she mines, nigga (This The Sound)

Ha, .45 extension on my Ruger Five-seveN
On my mama, this ain´t no lie
My niggas steppin´ for ten twenty-seven (Seven)
Dope spot and I´ma trap this bitch out like I´m Pablo
I´m talkin´ both rods
And I´ma shoot ´em all just like I´m Bryan Nickels
JOG shit, get to dumpin´, fuck a opposition
I take ´em way back for no money and no pot to piss in

I´ma send some shots inside that Maybach, hope your partner in it
Three hundred thousand where he lay at, this that slimy business

My nigga took a nigga chain and rearranged the name (Facts)
I hit yo´ baby daddy sister, we are not the same (No cap)
Boy, I´m a savage, you a rookie way before the fame (Brr)
Every time somebody shit get took and they scream, "Jump Out Gang" (Okay, let´s go)
You better watch how you be lookin´, fuck it, bust his brain
Ayy, say lil´ shorty got me lookin´, let´s go to the bank
Whole hundred thousand on that pussy when I let it bang

Whole hundred thousand ´cause that pussy wet just like the rain
Switch automatic like a fully in a Mustang
I had to post up with that toolie ´til the bus came
AT&T, we got locations on they whole gang
SEBB, I know they made it trappin´ cocaine
Drug distributor come and pay it for the whole thing (Come and pay)
On the computer he be scammin´ for Amiri Jeans
My nigga shooters let the top down, hang out with that flame
On Martin Luther with my Glock out smokin´ on this King
I really grew up duckin´ cops and jumpin´ over gates
I really flew to Crenshaw block to meet up with the neighbours

New AMG while countin´ guap while jammin´ Babyface (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stain in the streets, you play with Marcus, shot inside the face
And dangerously you know it´s up, I´m walkin´ with the Drac´
My main bitch come pick me up, I had to run the Js
Ain´t claimin´ shit, if you pull over ain´t no do the race
My famous bitch know I get loaded off prescription drank

Ha, .45 extension on my Ruger Five-seveN
On my mama, this ain´t no lie
My niggas steppin´ for ten twenty-seven (Seven)
Dope spot and I´ma trap this bitch out like I´m Pablo

I´m talkin´ both rods
And I´ma shoot ´em all just like I´m Bryan Nickels
JOG shit, get to dumpin´, fuck a opposition
I take ´em way back for no money and no pot to piss in
I´ma send some shots inside that Maybach, hope your partner in it
Three hundred thousand where he lay at, this that slimy business