[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Gang, gang
Huh, huh, huh
[Verse]
Really I be chillin', but could still get on some gangster shit
Foenem walk him down, wipe his nose like a handkerchief
(Jd on tha track)
Plottin' tryna face the brick, through my hood, we bangin' shit
I can't stop my lil wodies from drillin' so just pray they miss
({?} got the drip)
Fuck the opps slide up to they grave, just to take a piss
Right on Hudson, that's where I was raised, since a fuckin' jit
If that shit don't equal 1300, it ain't makin' sense
We gon' paint yo' shit up, like graffiti, when we spray the nig'
Damn, how they catch him loafin', why he make a diss?
Leave a nigga momma askin' "Why?", Like she Jadakiss
Trap always open, fiend's still on the waitin' list
Now, I'm a star, got all these bad bitches tryna take a pic
[Chorus]
Hold on, let me clear my throat for a second
How I make it out with sellin' dope, it's a blessin'
In the trenches, I can't trust a soul by my Wesson
Target practice, if I tell him "Go", he gon' wet it (Boom-boom)
Man down, he just changed the score, now go check it
Ain't have nothin' in my pockets, now it's gold on my necklace (Flex)
Sex addict for these bad hoes, got a fetish
Semi automatic's, we gon' let 'em blow if they test it (Boom, boom, boom)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Gang, gang
Huh, huh, huh
[Verse]
Really I be chillin', but could still get on some gangster shit
Foenem walk him down, wipe his nose like a handkerchief
(Jd on tha track)
Plottin' tryna face the brick, through my hood, we bangin' shit
I can't stop my lil wodies from drillin' so just pray they miss
({?} got the drip)
Fuck the opps slide up to they grave, just to take a piss
Right on Hudson, that's where I was raised, since a fuckin' jit
If that shit don't equal 1300, it ain't makin' sense
We gon' paint yo' shit up, like graffiti, when we spray the nig'
Damn, how they catch him loafin', why he make a diss?
Leave a nigga momma askin' "Why?", Like she Jadakiss
Trap always open, fiend's still on the waitin' list
Now, I'm a star, got all these bad bitches tryna take a pic
[Chorus]
Hold on, let me clear my throat for a second
How I make it out with sellin' dope, it's a blessin'
In the trenches, I can't trust a soul by my Wesson
Target practice, if I tell him "Go", he gon' wet it (Boom-boom)
Man down, he just changed the score, now go check it
Ain't have nothin' in my pockets, now it's gold on my necklace (Flex)
Sex addict for these bad hoes, got a fetish
Semi automatic's, we gon' let 'em blow if they test it (Boom, boom, boom)
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