[Intro]
Yeah, like
Free my hood, man, fuck your hood, man
They know what the fuck goin' on, the energy on the way, man
On my dead homie grave, who say we don't run the West Side? (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Free my—, alright, come on, for real (Alright)
[Verse]
Uh, if you don't got no gun (For real), uh, don't even get in with me (Your dumb ass)
It's twelve of us, we got twelve Glocks and all of them came with fifty (Okay)
Heard we done got us some opps over east, we finna pull up and drop 150
I'm so turnt when I'm leavin' the show, bad bitches want me to sign they titties (On God)
They sayin' the drank bad for my health, but I don't really give a fuck 'bout my kidneys
I'm young and dumb, I'm the type to sign my deal and go do a hit out of Bentley
I ain't the type to boss up your life, if you fucked up, you can't get near me (Don't come near me, your broke ass)
I'm finna pop my shit some more, they listen, but I don't really think they hear me (For real)
Since I was sixteen, I've been playin' in Tracks and 'Cats and shit, what the fuck is the Hemi?
How many opps still alive? I can count they ass on one hand, it ain't that many (They ass died)
This bitch wanted hibachi, I told her, "Alright" and pulled up right to Wendy's (The fuck?)
Told him, "I want two bucks for a feature," I blocked his ass right after he sent it (His dumb ass)
He diss on the gang, we caught that nigga, he was beggin' for pleas, I don't think he meant it (His bitch ass)
The opps outside, bronem just sent me the lo', I'll be there in a minute (I'm comin')
She been fuckin' for two weeks straight, somebody need to take that bitch to the clinic (Her dirty ass)
I hate rats, I don't even want 'em around me, that shit'll fuck up my image
I had a meetin' with Capalot, I missed my shit, my dumb ass was somewhere spinnin' (Slidin')
I hate your BBL, your ass don't match your legs, that shit ain't givin'
One of the opps got hit up so many times, his lil' ass barely livin'
Free Lil Three, he'll come snatch your whip, we the ones got rich off stealin'
Sorry, lil' baby, I ain't gon' sugarcoat shit, Lil' Vonno'll hurt your feelings
Caught his dumb ass tryna get somethin' to eat, we walked up on him and burnt his biscuit
The opps dyin', yep (They dead ass)
Uh, straight-eight Jeep, yep (This bitch fast)
Gloves on, yep (Come on)
Uh, mask on, yep (Let's go)
Uh, we finna take his watch (Give it up)
I'm lit, I ain't never punched no clock (Yeah)
Most of my opps in a box (For real)
Better get you a gun before you end up like Top (His dead ass, nigga, for real)
Yeah, like
Free my hood, man, fuck your hood, man
They know what the fuck goin' on, the energy on the way, man
On my dead homie grave, who say we don't run the West Side? (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Free my—, alright, come on, for real (Alright)
[Verse]
Uh, if you don't got no gun (For real), uh, don't even get in with me (Your dumb ass)
It's twelve of us, we got twelve Glocks and all of them came with fifty (Okay)
Heard we done got us some opps over east, we finna pull up and drop 150
I'm so turnt when I'm leavin' the show, bad bitches want me to sign they titties (On God)
They sayin' the drank bad for my health, but I don't really give a fuck 'bout my kidneys
I'm young and dumb, I'm the type to sign my deal and go do a hit out of Bentley
I ain't the type to boss up your life, if you fucked up, you can't get near me (Don't come near me, your broke ass)
I'm finna pop my shit some more, they listen, but I don't really think they hear me (For real)
Since I was sixteen, I've been playin' in Tracks and 'Cats and shit, what the fuck is the Hemi?
How many opps still alive? I can count they ass on one hand, it ain't that many (They ass died)
This bitch wanted hibachi, I told her, "Alright" and pulled up right to Wendy's (The fuck?)
Told him, "I want two bucks for a feature," I blocked his ass right after he sent it (His dumb ass)
He diss on the gang, we caught that nigga, he was beggin' for pleas, I don't think he meant it (His bitch ass)
The opps outside, bronem just sent me the lo', I'll be there in a minute (I'm comin')
She been fuckin' for two weeks straight, somebody need to take that bitch to the clinic (Her dirty ass)
I hate rats, I don't even want 'em around me, that shit'll fuck up my image
I had a meetin' with Capalot, I missed my shit, my dumb ass was somewhere spinnin' (Slidin')
I hate your BBL, your ass don't match your legs, that shit ain't givin'
One of the opps got hit up so many times, his lil' ass barely livin'
Free Lil Three, he'll come snatch your whip, we the ones got rich off stealin'
Sorry, lil' baby, I ain't gon' sugarcoat shit, Lil' Vonno'll hurt your feelings
Caught his dumb ass tryna get somethin' to eat, we walked up on him and burnt his biscuit
The opps dyin', yep (They dead ass)
Uh, straight-eight Jeep, yep (This bitch fast)
Gloves on, yep (Come on)
Uh, mask on, yep (Let's go)
Uh, we finna take his watch (Give it up)
I'm lit, I ain't never punched no clock (Yeah)
Most of my opps in a box (For real)
Better get you a gun before you end up like Top (His dead ass, nigga, for real)
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