Gemstars & Baggies (feat. Cruch Calhoun)

Uh, uh

C, what up, ****?

Uh, yeah, yeah

Sold downs for ten dollars, you short, I would take eight cash

Me and cousin Pooh was shiesty, way before the face mask

Dirty youngins', look like we ain't take baths

**** take shahadas, catch a body 'fore they break fast

Astaghfirullah, black Escalades back-to-back behind the Aston Martin (Skrrt)

Lookin' for me, I'm never hard to find, I'm always back in Harlem

Troublesome, I'm like Tupac Shakur, the type to ask for problems

Hard to be a five heartbeat when you a alcoholic

Razor blade before the Glock, it was a gemstar

I ain't have no wheels that night, find me in my friend car

I just need a address, got a package I can send far (Send it)

Concrete all in my DNA, ****, I been hard

Bullets hot, burnt his skin off, blow it and spin off (Uh)

Aimed it at his nose and knocked his chin off, like, keep ya head up (Keep it up)

I'm used to salad, y'all **** don't spit no lettuce

I'm in a minivan with three berettas

Seein' East, don't see no better (See)

Cuzzo doin' time, it got him blind, can't even read no letters (Blind)

CashApp him for his commissary, hope he eatin' better

Make sure you know the difference, we don't be with them

Cuzzo went rogue, but then he told, we'll never speak again

Took so many losses, feel like it's 'bout time we see a win

We just wanna win, yeah, we just wanna win

Brother in them county blues, cousin in a metal suit

From ocean views to the Fontainebleau

To wakin' up back on the count with (Ooh)

Whenever the love change, it turn into blood stains

I hustle in the mud, rain, quadruple when the plug came

Straight rock, we don't cut 'caine, J. Hoffa, what up, Dame?

New Range like two and some change, doin' like two and some change

Pure codeine, take me a ten for the pain, I can't be dependent on fame

Wesley Snipes on the mulah train

Finna take time, ****, move out, bang (Move out, bang)

Packin' my luggage, like fuck it, I'm doin' this shit with no budget (Yeah)

Whole city is covered, PJs love us

Glocks under seats, shoot like PJ Tucker (Boom)

Pussy, your shooters get hit

Treatin' this shit like we movin' the brick

Lockin' it down and we movin' ya strip (Woo)

At it again, I just flew in a flip (Good shit)

Shoot 'til arugula sit

Big TEC with air holes

AK's and the uzi with tits (Rrah)

Let's make a movie with this (****)

Make sure you know the difference, we don't be with them

Cuzzo went rogue, but then he told, we'll never speak again

Took so many losses, feel like it's 'bout time we see a win

We just wanna win, yeah, we just wanna win

We just wanna win, ****