Dirty Fanta

We love you, Perc

I accept what it is, must be somebody workin'

Turned to my chop', I got Wokhardt in person

Flippin' the packs, they ain't servin' no notice

Thirty more days that I gotta stay focus, or thirty more days that I gotta go hunt

Took Junior for Street, so we call it in one

But, we don't get even, so this shit ain't nothin'

I'm loadin' my clip tryna make a new blunt

Don't aim for no leg, just get you a head tap

See Baby Joe Gang we put that on the map

Them snitches around, we can't joke 'bout no mission

The **** that laughin' the same ones be snitchin'

See, I kind of knew that these **** were fishy, since Boyz n the Hood, when he froze on that mission

We kill everybody and don't leave a witness

My **** too gangster, forever they with me

I'm fuckin' with Poody, don't need a Diana

Lil' Reggie go ace when he don't get banana

Tookie Moejeezy put lean in the Fanta

I'm tellin' lil' Nathan some shit he can't handle

I switched up my life when I stopped sellin' lows

Remember back then, run cuh real clothes

Take it back to 5th street, Stee was up top door

I'll mail Andre bills arms, they fold

A couple years later, I'm droppin' with Tez

They told us "Keep goin', this shit could go fed"

Free Juju and Cece

I blame lil' Reg'

Foe can't get right

Them **** was scared

You could've kept quiet instead you told

Put trust in lil' Ray, I know he wouldn't fold

I went on that mission with Freaky and Cole

Them **** too stupid, won't do it no more

Just caught this lil' plea, did my Dirty Diana

Finna equip some more switches, got more bitches to handle

We done post in the trenches, on the road, in a Phantom

Tryna choose this lil' lifestyle, hard how we livin'

OKC, nah, we don't show pivot

Could've post in the trap, made eleven off grass

Too many times them pussies done tried

They couldn't get lucky, I up it, and blast

Or, blow through the glass, like I was Jmurda

With Chino and Dave, out the window like Foe

Free Seventeen Murder, I'm missin' my bro

Call Londge and Breezy Shaq and Kobe

Shoes out the Ral' it back to the trap

The police killed Dodge, they took my car way out

Before the legend, I need me a building

When opp-**** die, that's a wonderful feeling

Don't think that I ain't love you, if I didn't say your name

If you fuck with me, then you know it's the same

Ayy, I done seen a lot of real **** start change

Then, they turn around when a **** got fame

I'm sick of the excuses, I might turn to a rapper

But, that's after I killed my man's and whack him

Stick to the plan

Just let it unfold

The chop' when I bang, then hell turnin' cold