Uh-huh, yeah

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Uh-huh

Give it to 'em

I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinated

Project baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinated

Free all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them **** out

No Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait till he get out

But we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it out

Got the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it out

My partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but fuck, we came this far

He talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you were my cousin, you ain't finna say what you saw

Before my mama cry on your mama, I'd rather just blow your shit off

No, you ain't no gangster at all, you just good at playin' it off

Talkin' 'bout somethin' that hit, but you ain't even done payin' it off

Tayshia just had a son, I give her fire, but a ho gon' want my seed

If she told the truth like True Religion, I still wouldn't give her my genes

Love is evil spelled backwards, so you already know what that mean

It break your heart like branch on tree, that's why a ho always leaves

I'll roll my feelings in a Backwood 'fore I give you all of me

Then smoke blunt after blunt till I fall asleep

Woke up and put that mask on like it was Halloween

You on your period, just give me head before you fall asleep

Got hit by ATF, but still gon' move that dope

Got on my knees like I never lost before

But I got a daughter, so I can't lose no more

And I want her mama to know I'll never choose no ho

We got three K's like we never been home before

My dog cuffed a ho like he don't care what she done before

Baby mama on the 'Gram sayin' she done, but she been done before

Her mom always bash her like she haven't been young before

Free my cuz out that cell, free Number 4

I'm so loyal, you my dog, wouldn't fuck your ho

And if she fuck my partner, we can't fuck no more

'Cause I ain't finna get into it with bro behind no ho

I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinated

Project baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinated

Free all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them **** out

No Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait till he get out

But we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it out

Got the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it out

My partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but fuck, we came this far

He talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car

Yeah, yeah

He ain't gon' make it back to the car

Bitch, what you thought this was, man?

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah