Basic Instinct (feat. G Perico)

Late night niggas at the Shell deep Bird out, gang signs, to the pale beast Big guns, long clips and they well grease Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease Head shot, man down in the ville, sheesh Enemies, M.C.'s will get swiss cheesed Double back, 10 minutes made a big scene Bullets start flying by a nigga, that's a sick breeze While I'm here, take a pic please You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C From the block to the big leagues self-made millionaire, white America ain't pimp me Don't tell me that it's skin deep Don't tell me that I'm tripping only listening to my instincts Step back for the increase Hussle ain't got it mapped out dough the feeling Late night niggas, on 109th deep Choppers out 'case a nigga tryna come creep Bitch tripping cause I'm always in the streets Bag of money in the Beemer on the back seat Bitch you getting played or you playing Broke ass niggas always running round hating see a unknown face where you from? Is you banging, heard your name before You that nigga making statements So Way Out got gang of niggas in the cut pointing red dots Lil skinny ass nigga calling all shots They said the snitches tryna get a nigga knocked off Fuck all cops, to a million dollar spot when I slide off Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off All luxury shit for a young boss