[Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey] What set you from? You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60´s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex) Huh, huh I´m this bitch with Dubba A Nigga, we be steady flexin´, yeah Don´t know me Oh, no, no
Stick with the dick that´s steady ringin´ Oh so often murder went through my mind Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon´ die I´m quick to send him for the spin with .45s Any time they asked ´bout my lil´ soldiers this what I´m gon´ reply (This is the sound) That lil´ nigga throwin´ six-o, he been slanging iron We ain´t ´bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin´ Lil´ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit´ his nine Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ´bout a Glock, hit in his spine He made a diss ´bout my big brother He made a diss like "Damn, who died?" Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ´til we die They told lil´ nigga leave him lone, but I can´t let the shit slide Seein´ his brains all on the cement gon´ leave his mama traumatized
They gon´ call the homicide On a whole another level that I ain´t supposed to How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don´t talk on them phones I´ma put three holes on yo´ dome Timmy run down the street wit´ a Glock in his hand Like lil´ kid this is what I´m on I was up in New York at the top of the bands I was out, zipped up wit´ that chrome Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance I´m steady tryna rip up the corner Because they shot at yo´ lil´ brother After that he went and posted a photo And you don´t get no straight about it Nigga told me you called his phone Big 33 that Timmy covered, let´s go post up by the store I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio´s Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin´ on the ´Gram, you let off shots then make a post
Stick with the dick that´s steady ringin´ Oh so often murder went through my mind Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon´ die I´m quick to send him for the spin with .45s Any time they asked ´bout my lil´ soldiers this what I´m gon´ reply (This is the sound) That lil´ nigga throwin´ six-o, he been slanging iron We ain´t ´bout no code though, just stop on the opps We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin´ Lil´ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit´ his nine Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ´bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ´bout my big brother He made a diss like "Damn, who died?" Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ´til we die They told lil´ nigga leave him lone, but I can´t let the shit slide Seein´ his brains all on the cement gon´ leave his mama traumatized
If you love me or you love me not, I´ma be me He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets (This is the sound) Woah Pussy ass nigga, hahaha Tell that nigga, spin I´m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her Haha, nigga I´m a savage