[Verse 1: Montage One]
The first thing's first, nigga, where you from?
You must be dumb, pullin' up dipped in the slums
The crackheads see you and report it for a rock
So break yourself quick or a shot from the Glock
Will rip through your knot, have you leakin' red snot
I promise you, blood, you won't make it off the block
So take it off slow, nigga, run the jewels
Not the rap group, nah, I mean chains and shoes
You shoulda watched for the clues
Like, who the fuck ever finds a bitch by the pool
And actin' all cool deep up in the hood, you's a god damn fool
And nigga, just for that, lemme get that hat, too
See these tattoos? This is Avenues
Nigga, lemme see your eyes when I'm talkin' to you
This is Piru's finest, set you up with the hynas
Not to mention, nigga, she's a motherfuckin' minor
You fucked up, nigga, you fucked up, for real
So lemme get that backpack and belt made of eel
I rabbit-ear pockets, the Bugs Bunny money marauder
'Cause I'm jackin' you smarter and not harder
This is somebody's daughter, bro, you must be sick
I shoulda shot you in the dick you little stupid-ass trick
Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I'ma blast
If you even make a move we gon' cut yo' ass
The first thing's first, nigga, where you from?
You must be dumb, pullin' up dipped in the slums
The crackheads see you and report it for a rock
So break yourself quick or a shot from the Glock
Will rip through your knot, have you leakin' red snot
I promise you, blood, you won't make it off the block
So take it off slow, nigga, run the jewels
Not the rap group, nah, I mean chains and shoes
You shoulda watched for the clues
Like, who the fuck ever finds a bitch by the pool
And actin' all cool deep up in the hood, you's a god damn fool
And nigga, just for that, lemme get that hat, too
See these tattoos? This is Avenues
Nigga, lemme see your eyes when I'm talkin' to you
This is Piru's finest, set you up with the hynas
Not to mention, nigga, she's a motherfuckin' minor
You fucked up, nigga, you fucked up, for real
So lemme get that backpack and belt made of eel
I rabbit-ear pockets, the Bugs Bunny money marauder
'Cause I'm jackin' you smarter and not harder
This is somebody's daughter, bro, you must be sick
I shoulda shot you in the dick you little stupid-ass trick
Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I'ma blast
If you even make a move we gon' cut yo' ass
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