Set

Waxface, ****, this what they been waitin' on, ****, on the set

You dig?

5100, ****, Zone 51, ****, Top 30 Boys, ****

M Street Piru, ****

Stars

**** know they dead wrong, give that boy a headstone

Blood was kickin' shit all on the net, now his leg gone

Five times six, bitch, we gassin' like Exxon

Snatch a **** chain off his purse and now his neck gone

Fully on this baby Glock, bitches love to pay me lot

It's a crime scene when it's green like Baby Bop

Slidin' in the Wraith without no brakes, bitch, I can't be stopped

Posted in they section with these weapons, tryna face a opp

Drop a bag, get a **** grabbed, that's my specialty

Plottin' on my downfall but say they want the best for me

Banked up for life, **** could never be ahead of me

Ain't no white flags, if it's smoke, you ****, let it be

Feelin' like I'm Leatherface, raised up in a crazy house

Die and go to Hell before I let a **** play me out

Jage gang 30s on from Stars, let my babies out

All my **** donks, we in motion with them caters out

Gold chains and hoodies on, ****, get your boogie on

Pressin' up on suckers by myself, I get my bully on

Left him in his mama driveway, I had to do him wrong

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Left him in his mama driveway, I had to do him wrong

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Left him in his mama driveway, I had to do him wrong

Reminisce on bus rides to prison when I hear my chains clank

Lil' brodie catch another hat, it might be time to change ranks

I ain't no P but I'll pull it out a bitch for J.J

I was a P-I-R-U before I hit the eighth grade

The opp just post a picture breathin', still to me that's rage bait

Nobody gave this shit to me, to get it, went to Great Lakes

P.I. here savin' all these bitches, blood, I hope his cake break

What the fuck you mean you had the

Low and you ain't make it space case?

Yeah, that's the story of your life, a dollar show to day late

Bro, they hatin' on us mostly 'cause they wanna trade places

Send a sucker on a trip and I don't mean no vacation

Ridin' with some shit you only even seen on PlayStation

Used to get it on the road, sweatin' through the weigh station

Runnin' off ain't no excuse, you know you should've gave chase then

I know a white boy who'll kill you but he look like Clay Aiken

I don't know the carrot count, I know my wrist be great Lakers

First things first, I gotta get rid of this pole, I'll change later

When you just get up on shit close, ain't gotta be a great aimer

Role models growin' up with dope dealers and gangbangers

Body for a body, blood, you know the hood be tradin' favors

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Left him in his mama driveway, I had to do him wrong

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Had to get back active on the set 'cause all my shooters gone

Left him in his mama driveway, I had to do him wrong