[Intro]
Ayy, OG (Rah)
[Verse]
4's up, out the mud, gotta keep the forty tucked
In the field we prayed up, gotta keep your head up
Boy, I ain't scared of nothin', boy you niggas lookin' dumb
How you rich and lookin' bum, you a bozo nigga (You a bozo)
You ain't fucking no bitches, you a homo nigga (You a homo)
You ain't getting no money, then I can't kick it with ya (I can't)
Sneak dissin' on my name, then my niggas gon' split ya
I be skirtin' in that whip, smokin' OG out the zip (Plug!)
My bitch better sell a [?], fuck them motherfuckin' piss
All you niggas talking shit, y'all can eat a fucking dick
I ain't never had shit, so I'm goin' 30, bitch
Now I'm going 80, bitch, now I'm going 90, bitch
I be skrrtin' and I be hittin' 'em with the motherfuckin' switch
And I hit a motherfuckin' lick, hit a fuckin' bitch (Bitch)
Pull up with the motherfucking Tris, ayy
Call me young OG, Kane [?] (Plug!)
Ayy, I shoot you in your brain nigga (Ooh, bang!)
Ayy, I ain't never been a lame nigga
Ayy, you niggas is some fuckin' stains nigga (You some stains)
Ayy, and I'm swervin' candypaint nigga
Got your main all on my fuckin' thangy, nigga (On my thangy nigga)
Ayy, and I'm rollin' with my gangy, nigga (With my gangy nigga)
Know how thе fuck we mob, know how the fuck we mob
Pull up with thе squad, pull up with the gang
Yeah that's goth gang, yeah that's sick gang
Yeah that's Taliban, throwin' 4's up
What the fuck you mean? 4's in my cup
Do you know what's up, yeah, I do this bitch
And you know I really do this shit
Shinin', check my fucking wrist
Shinin', check my fucking bitch
Pull up and threw a hit, might remix a brick
You don't know shit, so why you sayin' shit?
You ain't never been in no real situations
My niggas tote semi's, that's a situation
What you know about the dope gang nation? (Plug!)
Dope running past, know we made a set
Got it fuckin' bad, now it's fuckin' bad
No basketball, but I made it clap
Off the fuckin' wall, ten toes down
Nigga, you ain't no real nigga, you ain't no fuckin' hound
My niggas blood hounds, I fuck with Crips too
And I fuck with BD's and 'em GD's
Vice Lords too, real niggas though
And you know we get it for the low
We don't fuck with dirty hoes
Kick them bitches out the door
Bitches gotta go, I ain't gon' never go (Never)
Ayy, OG (Rah)
[Verse]
4's up, out the mud, gotta keep the forty tucked
In the field we prayed up, gotta keep your head up
Boy, I ain't scared of nothin', boy you niggas lookin' dumb
How you rich and lookin' bum, you a bozo nigga (You a bozo)
You ain't fucking no bitches, you a homo nigga (You a homo)
You ain't getting no money, then I can't kick it with ya (I can't)
Sneak dissin' on my name, then my niggas gon' split ya
I be skirtin' in that whip, smokin' OG out the zip (Plug!)
My bitch better sell a [?], fuck them motherfuckin' piss
All you niggas talking shit, y'all can eat a fucking dick
I ain't never had shit, so I'm goin' 30, bitch
Now I'm going 80, bitch, now I'm going 90, bitch
I be skrrtin' and I be hittin' 'em with the motherfuckin' switch
And I hit a motherfuckin' lick, hit a fuckin' bitch (Bitch)
Pull up with the motherfucking Tris, ayy
Call me young OG, Kane [?] (Plug!)
Ayy, I shoot you in your brain nigga (Ooh, bang!)
Ayy, I ain't never been a lame nigga
Ayy, you niggas is some fuckin' stains nigga (You some stains)
Ayy, and I'm swervin' candypaint nigga
Got your main all on my fuckin' thangy, nigga (On my thangy nigga)
Ayy, and I'm rollin' with my gangy, nigga (With my gangy nigga)
Know how thе fuck we mob, know how the fuck we mob
Pull up with thе squad, pull up with the gang
Yeah that's goth gang, yeah that's sick gang
Yeah that's Taliban, throwin' 4's up
What the fuck you mean? 4's in my cup
Do you know what's up, yeah, I do this bitch
And you know I really do this shit
Shinin', check my fucking wrist
Shinin', check my fucking bitch
Pull up and threw a hit, might remix a brick
You don't know shit, so why you sayin' shit?
You ain't never been in no real situations
My niggas tote semi's, that's a situation
What you know about the dope gang nation? (Plug!)
Dope running past, know we made a set
Got it fuckin' bad, now it's fuckin' bad
No basketball, but I made it clap
Off the fuckin' wall, ten toes down
Nigga, you ain't no real nigga, you ain't no fuckin' hound
My niggas blood hounds, I fuck with Crips too
And I fuck with BD's and 'em GD's
Vice Lords too, real niggas though
And you know we get it for the low
We don't fuck with dirty hoes
Kick them bitches out the door
Bitches gotta go, I ain't gon' never go (Never)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!