Long Year G Perico & BlocBoi Fame

[Intro: Village Boo]
G, you done already flooded these niggas out, man
Now I guess it's time to let the hurricane rain on 'em while you tango all the way to the motherfuckin' bank
'Cause you know, the only way to progress is to trust the process, it's Village Boo

[Verse 1: G Perico]
It's gon' be a cold summer
It's gon' be a long year
With all these young niggas startin' war
It's gon' be some more niggas getting killed
They say you ain't a real one 'til you kill somethin'
'Til you chip somethin', 'til you make a million
Walk in this bitch with my mask on
Can't be identified if I wanna blam somethin'
Hahaha
Said, "Whеre you from?" All you heard was, "Blah, blah"
Pop go the wеasel
We don't give a fuck if you out with your people
If we don't get you, you gon' die anyway
That's how that shit go on my side in L.A
Had four hundred cash rubberband on my sofa
Took a pic for the gram but I still ain't post it
I'm broke baby, South Central ain't been no joke lately
But I like it like this, I put the gang on the wall and I strike it like this
I-N-C-L-I-C-C, don't facetime me while I'm out in the street
I gotta keep my head on a swivel
It's a purge in the city, you ain't heard? They'll kill you
Murder games goin' on
Six years in and a hurricane goin' strong
I can't stop, five hundred grand a month, thirty grand a stop
A million on the block I own Broadway boxin'
They said I had it wrong, I'm tryna see what they was watchin'
Tango, tango, tango, tango, tango, tango, tango, tango