(Aye Jay, come shoot this)

(Nd its still fuck a **** man)

(Ain't shit changed)

(Play you lay)

(Where the fuck you lay you gon' stay ****)

(Yall ain't my mutha fuckin' brothers man, free ?)

(Aye), don't do the talkin' on the gram cuz we delete shit

Bleed shit

Spin on yo block three times on that repeat shit

My girl tellin' me chill cuz I been fiendin'

(Why you fiendin' ****?)

But lately **** steady playin' so I been creepin' ****

We them young **** on that mob shit, that let a **** play then he gon' lay shots to the face or get you mobbed shit

That let him say some shit, then he get shot shit

Nd' if he with me, then he certified, ain't who tellin' who drop shit

2 15's, 19, 16, 13, 12

Boss ****, big six, **** pml

If you ain't with the gang, fuck out my face or you can eat these shells

I won't fight on the street, you catchin' heat then you get beat in jail

This (?) and my thugs ****

They say you gettin' smoked, they like flashin' that cash, when they see me they **** gettin' poked

And im back in my bag, you reach for these you bitches gettin' choked

Gang and them snatchin' souls, no it ain't shit to come and make you float

Bitch, gang, I got this nena on me

Can't wait to catch an opp, aim it, and put this nena on him

He postin' his ****, not knowin' he finna meet his homies

Its gettin' chilly lil ****, better have his heater on him

Boom, ****

Like Friz, we back in action

We shot OT, they think its sweet, bitch now its back to crackin'

We got all the heats, yall hit the streets, nd' yall right back to lackin'

You **** bitches in the field, the heats right back to clappin'

Real shit, in the field shit, my **** kill shit

That drill shit, pop like a pill shit, it get you killed quick

That fuck it I been thuggin' on CC, streight from the vill shit

That young **** be clutchin', play with him you get the deal bitch, gang

Aye, no im not from the deep but I can ship a ball like im FedEx, I come from the streets

I don't do relation, she a bitch then she here for the me

I ain't for shit but all the bitches say im for the streets

Hahaha, but that shit funny tho

Lets keep it real, only give a fuck about money tho, nd' fuck these bitches, I can't give you shit, tired of these bummy hoes

These bitches sendin' pics, I hit the road, tired of these funny hoes

Nd' everything I say it ain't no promise, its a guarantee

I said it once, but fuck those diss songs, there ain't no scarin' me

I hope **** don't put no fear in me, the first **** to try, he gon' die right where he stand, im talkin' instantly ****

(Yhea, ahaha, yhea bitch)

(Bitch)

(Yhea)

(Yhea, yhea, free (?))

(Yhea)

(Bitch)