[Verse]
Hmm, bitch, it's X4, I still got that MAC
Still down to shoot a hoochie coochie up in his back
Still pullin' up on Slauson yellin' out, "Where they at?"
And still'll kick a stain faster than Jack Black (Low the Great)
Pull up to the girlies and get at them, that's a mack attack
Will I go broke? That's out, I'm finna rob a tramp
It's 2017, fuck a squabble, I'm finna grab the MAC
I pull Gotti style, hop out and mack that
Hoochie coochies, bubbles, and stains, faggots and even tramps
Sways, rim licks, and twinks, girlies and even fags
HOBs, fakes, them dumb niggas, and even scraps
Hmm, all get bussed on and smacked at
I done sagged Vernon for dummy hours, on glove hats
I been extra, I been told niggas to squabble in the back
Been hit Central, Sylmar, and LP
Peelin' snoranges, throwin' 'em at hoochiеs, tell 'em it's RFC (For real)
Crash said wait right thеre, I told him BRB, hmm
These niggas be snitchin', they need to FIP, hmm
Y'all niggas ain't shooters, y'all got that off TV, hmm
Man, these bitches is foolish, talkin' 'bout MCE (The fuck?)
I'm not that, bitch, I'm a fuckin' ratchet
Pull up to the twinks with that mini MAC and just let 'em have it
Shoot a sway right in his wing and tell him get to flappin'
Fuck them Facebook junkies, we pullin' up, tryna kill they captain
Whack a tramp and then pull off like ain't nothing happen
Caught a snoover slippin', we spit on him just like we do faggots
In this Audi, my top drop just like we dropped that faggot
Hotboxin', doin' the dash, can't see, I almost crashed it
Arth Avenue plus the western side, we so active
Keep a chunky, ask for a smashin' and they ain't givin' passes
Catch a stain and I'm gon' shoot, you ain't gotta ask me
Twink niggas like ten deep, so why they tryna matter?
Doin' the dash down Martin Luther, smokin' some sticky icky
Pull up to the fakes with that mini MAC, make him hit his Ricky
Let 'em free 4 head 5 so we can pass a sissy
I'm off Vernon, not off Slauson, so I don't fuck with Nipsey
I don't fuck with boyfriend pimps (You hear me?)
Put that MAC up to his face and tell him strip, he gon' listen, Siri (Snoochies)
Got y'all fooled, they really boof as fuck (Stains)
Always running up in them fuckin' buildings (Sissies)
Oh my God, they need to quit that snitchin' (Fakes)
Oh, and they bummy, plus they fuckin' dusty
Let me hear O blank again and I'ma show 'em somethin'
Let me see a snoochie back rollin', I'ma pullin' up the colon
Hoppin' out three MACs out like what's really rollin'?
Five deuces to that one way, y'all really water
Slap my sister, you gettin' MAC'd and I don't care who started
We can squabble up in the back, I don't got time for arguin'
Keep a chunky rocket on me like I was James Harden
I'm chunk DeMarcus Cousins, them stains bluffin', they really nothin'
Smelled you pull up to Arthur Street, they gon' get to runnin'
All them threats, this part two, y'all still ain't show me nothin' (Low the Great)
Hmm, bitch, it's X4, I still got that MAC
Still down to shoot a hoochie coochie up in his back
Still pullin' up on Slauson yellin' out, "Where they at?"
And still'll kick a stain faster than Jack Black (Low the Great)
Pull up to the girlies and get at them, that's a mack attack
Will I go broke? That's out, I'm finna rob a tramp
It's 2017, fuck a squabble, I'm finna grab the MAC
I pull Gotti style, hop out and mack that
Hoochie coochies, bubbles, and stains, faggots and even tramps
Sways, rim licks, and twinks, girlies and even fags
HOBs, fakes, them dumb niggas, and even scraps
Hmm, all get bussed on and smacked at
I done sagged Vernon for dummy hours, on glove hats
I been extra, I been told niggas to squabble in the back
Been hit Central, Sylmar, and LP
Peelin' snoranges, throwin' 'em at hoochiеs, tell 'em it's RFC (For real)
Crash said wait right thеre, I told him BRB, hmm
These niggas be snitchin', they need to FIP, hmm
Y'all niggas ain't shooters, y'all got that off TV, hmm
Man, these bitches is foolish, talkin' 'bout MCE (The fuck?)
I'm not that, bitch, I'm a fuckin' ratchet
Pull up to the twinks with that mini MAC and just let 'em have it
Shoot a sway right in his wing and tell him get to flappin'
Fuck them Facebook junkies, we pullin' up, tryna kill they captain
Whack a tramp and then pull off like ain't nothing happen
Caught a snoover slippin', we spit on him just like we do faggots
In this Audi, my top drop just like we dropped that faggot
Hotboxin', doin' the dash, can't see, I almost crashed it
Arth Avenue plus the western side, we so active
Keep a chunky, ask for a smashin' and they ain't givin' passes
Catch a stain and I'm gon' shoot, you ain't gotta ask me
Twink niggas like ten deep, so why they tryna matter?
Doin' the dash down Martin Luther, smokin' some sticky icky
Pull up to the fakes with that mini MAC, make him hit his Ricky
Let 'em free 4 head 5 so we can pass a sissy
I'm off Vernon, not off Slauson, so I don't fuck with Nipsey
I don't fuck with boyfriend pimps (You hear me?)
Put that MAC up to his face and tell him strip, he gon' listen, Siri (Snoochies)
Got y'all fooled, they really boof as fuck (Stains)
Always running up in them fuckin' buildings (Sissies)
Oh my God, they need to quit that snitchin' (Fakes)
Oh, and they bummy, plus they fuckin' dusty
Let me hear O blank again and I'ma show 'em somethin'
Let me see a snoochie back rollin', I'ma pullin' up the colon
Hoppin' out three MACs out like what's really rollin'?
Five deuces to that one way, y'all really water
Slap my sister, you gettin' MAC'd and I don't care who started
We can squabble up in the back, I don't got time for arguin'
Keep a chunky rocket on me like I was James Harden
I'm chunk DeMarcus Cousins, them stains bluffin', they really nothin'
Smelled you pull up to Arthur Street, they gon' get to runnin'
All them threats, this part two, y'all still ain't show me nothin' (Low the Great)
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