[Intro: Mustard & YG]
Ayy, G, it's time to set the streets back on fire, fuck peace
Nigga, we just re'd up
Three
4Hunnid
Bitch
Y'all already know how who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Here we go, let's go, oh
[Chorus: Baby Stone Gorillas & Mustard]
Ayy, go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign (Damn)
Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh)
Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to (Right)
My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots
[Verse 1: Baby Stone Gorillas]
That nigga start beef, but he ain't bummin' to that land mark
I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark
Slide through the set like y'all active and we rippin' cards
A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies
My skin fucked up and broke out from the lead probably
I hit your bitch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly
I got the thing with twin Turbo's, well, this the Benz or Audi?
My nigga saucy with the plays, but ain't no way around it
Jay's, Jay's, go brazy
She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy
Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil' baby
Said she really 'bout it, 'bout it, told her let me see her bodies
Bitches only hit me up because they see a nigga poppin'
In the gutter with the thugs, totin' pistols like they rockets
Like, damn, I never think I'd be who I am
Fuck, but I can't be your nigga, I'm just sayin'
Ayy, G, it's time to set the streets back on fire, fuck peace
Nigga, we just re'd up
Three
4Hunnid
Bitch
Y'all already know how who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Here we go, let's go, oh
[Chorus: Baby Stone Gorillas & Mustard]
Ayy, go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign (Damn)
Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh)
Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to (Right)
My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots
[Verse 1: Baby Stone Gorillas]
That nigga start beef, but he ain't bummin' to that land mark
I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark
Slide through the set like y'all active and we rippin' cards
A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies
My skin fucked up and broke out from the lead probably
I hit your bitch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly
I got the thing with twin Turbo's, well, this the Benz or Audi?
My nigga saucy with the plays, but ain't no way around it
Jay's, Jay's, go brazy
She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy
Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil' baby
Said she really 'bout it, 'bout it, told her let me see her bodies
Bitches only hit me up because they see a nigga poppin'
In the gutter with the thugs, totin' pistols like they rockets
Like, damn, I never think I'd be who I am
Fuck, but I can't be your nigga, I'm just sayin'
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