| My niggas killin' we be drillin' shit up on the drive |
| Two 30 shots up out that 50 bet them niggas crash |
| I’ve still got twenty in that semi now I’m on their ass |
| Thats 10 to 10 they can split it, put that in the dash |
| I use to fuck with a plenty of hittas, some them niggas fake |
| Them crackas locked up most my niggas, so it’s fuck the jakes |
| That boy be acting like he with it, but he sweet as cake |
| Loyalty don’t come in a circle, boy these niggas snakes |
| Can’t trust these bitches either |
| You know we hot as heaters |
| Quida she was a sneaker, but now Quida a sleeper |
| One call, I have buddy out the window |
| D Block, 600 my kinfolk |
| You ain’t tryna' make cake? |
| Whatchu in fo? |
| Fuck with us? |
| You don’t know whatchu in fo |
| All black neat things, with extendos |
| Out the cut, it’s your boy with the dreadlocks |
| No legshots, just headshots |
| 6−0 smoking dope out the ziplock |
| These niggas ain’t real, they flip flop |
| You can tell got guap, from the wrist watch |
| Big shit, make em dance like lil jay |
| I don’t think they really want gunplay (nawwww) |