(This is Petro Gang)

(Maxo this beat going brazy)

I said, this beat good, brave

Flrd, Flrd

Bow

2Door

Long live YG, long live Todd, long live the Reaper, ****

Let me speak about this

Shit get confiscated if you hold up your wrist

I ain't using my fist as a Glock with a button to hit your ass right in your shit

I'ma hop out the whip, don't run

Where the fuck was you at when they came? **** give me your gun

****, spoke on the men and got stepped on—

****, spoke on then men and got stepped on like some gum

What the fuck you don't know?

If you live by the gun, you gon' die by that bitch

****, don't send her my way—

****, don't send her my way, you gon' be missing your bitch

I know how I bust him, I ain't tossing the switch

I had a big ass ten, slap vec in that bitch

All them **** outside, I swung the door and then hopped out the ride

They still ain't do shit, that **** been died

Monkey suit and a wig, I'ma go in disguise

I might land this, y'all get up like surprise

Ready to try and go, you can see it in his eyes

I know my pill kicked in cause I'm scratching and tryna go bend

Slap blatt on that 40, I call it my twin

**** free CB, I be missing the men

And when you come home, you know we gon' sp—

You know when you come home, you getting your wrist iced out

And then we gon' take us a trip bout the 4 cause they grieving like shit, cause the Grinch checked out

But hold on, you know we got to go through the bricks it’s two minutes away

And that **** was losing his mind, he was speaking on Ren and his dumb ass fell in my J, D.O.A

Don't stand on that block, that's how you get hit

I really was geeking like shit, I went through that bitch, came back and I'm changing my fit

****, long live FreeCarReek he reeking like shit

I'ma go out the Creek, they be leaking like shit

I just need me some blow, I'ma take it wherever

Go block out the block and them **** together

Long live Todd, I'm outside with no shirt

****, long live YG and your name, I'ma work

****, long live the reap, I'm missing your perc

He told me he can't go through cause he don't got a car

Your opps up the street, your head in a jar

Try to come down here, you ain't making it far

****, I'm getting up close, you can't whip out your bike

****, raise up his hands, he gon' die trying to fuck you

If we go on the move and we know that he tight

If he lift up his hands and his ass to the light

I empty the blatt too fast with 30, I had to get 50

He sat in that room, that **** turned micky

They get behind this, that shit will get tricky

We losing them ****, they get behind this

Lil' Act loading up, keep dispatching shit

I hear the car running, we all getting old

****, even my driver hopping out the whip

Don't ask for a drop, you know where I'm at

I'm geeking for hats, I ain't geeking for cat

She like, what's on the back of your Glock

She like, what's on the back of your Glock, that’s a blatt

I was strucking my shoulders, stop asking all that

****, 2Door