Recuperate

Gang! Ayy, ayy (Kid Wond3r, you made this beat too? Damn) No Hooks, Part II, bitch you know I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga Ayy, gang Ayy, ayy All my niggas gangbang, fuck the other side Just bought a choppa, now I'm fiendin' for a homicide Flyest nigga livin', I give bitches butterflies You a street nigga? Boy, your ass don't even come outside Get my street sweepers, coroners come and pick my trash up Made it rain in the club, hoes pickin' cash up Big body, rims rub, nigga this a fast truck Brian Urlacher, bitch, you know I got my sacks up Four MACs in this Q7, this a Mack truck Big bitch do a split, drop it, bring it back up When we doin' shows, all the hoes, they attack us Yeah, we ball, but you fouled out, you shouldn't have hacked up Tote a strap, nigga, so don't get clapped, nigga I ain't got time to box with you, I don't wanna scrap with you You was sleepin' on me well you shouldn't have took a nap nigga I got you and I know you want your lick back, nigga I'm from out west, we don't go to kickbacks, nigga My gun big but it don't got a kickback, nigga I rock designer, everything mismatched, nigga She get lost with me, I know you want your bitch back, nigga I'm ballin' hard, you can have her back, I'm tossin' her, Randy Mossin' her Bust a nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her I can't cuff that bitch, no, I'm not a police officer Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us Gucci, Louis denim, boy, you still rockin' Hollister Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff If my brother shoot ya, I'ma shoot you, it's a lot of us Should've worn a vest, .223 bullets chop you up He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up If you say you real, what the fuck you got to act for? You ain't down to kill, what the fuck you got a strap for? You ain't chasin' mils, what the fuck you serving packs for? I fucked her and her friend, made that bitch call for backup You ain't heard about that last nigga that got clapped up? Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough? Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up I'm ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless Rims blow your bitch a kiss you squarer than a deep dish Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish Hit your block, then we double back, that's a remix I spray the K then I get ghost like I'm Casper Niggas broke, but I ain't, what I need a cast for? Don't be stupid, boy, you know what we get on your ass for No face, no case, what you think I got my mask for? I-I-I heard niggas on that hate shit These-these-these niggas broke, gotta face it I-I roll me up a Swisher and I face it My-my rims big, made my car look like a spaceship I-I just bought another Draco with that K clip I aim it at your nose, give your ass a face lift If you ain't talkin' money, I don't want your conversation I just wanna fuck you bitch, I don't want your relations Stick to that G-code you don't know your combination Them-them-them choppa bullets stoppin' your blood from circulatin' The feds tryin' stoppin' my trap from percolatin' But meanwhile, I'm out of town, recuperatin'