(Chorus: Gangsta Blac)
Smoked out, Loced out, Insane in the brain

(Verse 1: Lil Jyule)
Ana for you lemon lames
Bustas with that flaugin' mane
Rollin on yo turf you claim
Hollow points into your brain
Leave you layin dead, in the hood that you claimin' ho
? test the fuckin tec, ? test the forty fo
If you brotha want some static, he can test the automatic
Tre eight o is in my hand
Anxious just a killer man
Playa hatin imitating niggas ? like they hard
Maybe thats the reason playa Jyule ?
Playa haters I don't need, ho I wanna make you bleed
Lettin these scrubs smoke you out, now they clean outta weed
Broke as fuck is how you be
Playa hatin R I C
Hang yo head low as hell, everytime you see ?
Ho you know I'm never slippin
Keefing blunts got me trippin
Lookin for that busta cuz he due for a Glock
Bustin hollow points, as I blast on yo mothafuckin ass
Coolin off my tec cuz mac Jyule got the last laugh
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