[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
(Nigga, it's the gang)
Ayy, ayy (This shit go, Racimo)
[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Southeast, nigga (Set, set)
I ain't finna lie, Lil Trey been poppin' niggas (Set, set)
Hari B, blood, on 21, catch that body, nigga
Pass Juvie Ju the toolie, that's the chopper, nigga
Joc geekin', hella paranoid, he might air you out
Me and Wes finna take a trip like we goin' out
We violating, he got five fouls, we finna X him out
Can't let new niggas rebound, we gotta box 'em out
Fade, what you talkin' 'bout? We take souls if you want us to (Set, set)
Meet me at the Mobil, gas station, this ain't buyin' two (Set, set)
Bitch endeavor on a touchdown, she said she made like two
Bitch suckin' like a baby bottle, like I got the juice
How is you my brother, but you let him lie up on my name?
Before all the cars, clothes, and chains, I really had some pain
All these niggas girls, really think they in it for the fame
If you gon' lash, walk up on me 'cause it's fair game
But you out here stealin', hella weird, you ain't with it, blood
You the type of nigga that'll snitch and claim he a thug
Rockin' with this shotty, you know the slugs built like Milk Duds
That was my first pole, I remember I couldn't afford one
Lost a few cuddies, on my mama, double back action
Nigga, why you lyin'? You is not active
I ain't even gotta act hard, I am not lackin'
Blood, it get smirkish in the field, I am not laughin'
I'm Kawhi Leonard, when you pulled up, you ain't score one basket
Turnover, now your partner layin' in the casket
You not movin' packs, goin' broke, I cannot have it
You not payin' for this dick, bitch, you cannot have it
When you catch a charge, makin' statements, it cannot happen
Sit her down, tell her run this play, bitch, I'm Phil Jackson
You know that lil' nine that fit in your pocket, compact action
But I could fit this Draco in my pants, I am not cappin'
(Nigga, it's the gang)
Ayy, ayy (This shit go, Racimo)
[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Southeast, nigga (Set, set)
I ain't finna lie, Lil Trey been poppin' niggas (Set, set)
Hari B, blood, on 21, catch that body, nigga
Pass Juvie Ju the toolie, that's the chopper, nigga
Joc geekin', hella paranoid, he might air you out
Me and Wes finna take a trip like we goin' out
We violating, he got five fouls, we finna X him out
Can't let new niggas rebound, we gotta box 'em out
Fade, what you talkin' 'bout? We take souls if you want us to (Set, set)
Meet me at the Mobil, gas station, this ain't buyin' two (Set, set)
Bitch endeavor on a touchdown, she said she made like two
Bitch suckin' like a baby bottle, like I got the juice
How is you my brother, but you let him lie up on my name?
Before all the cars, clothes, and chains, I really had some pain
All these niggas girls, really think they in it for the fame
If you gon' lash, walk up on me 'cause it's fair game
But you out here stealin', hella weird, you ain't with it, blood
You the type of nigga that'll snitch and claim he a thug
Rockin' with this shotty, you know the slugs built like Milk Duds
That was my first pole, I remember I couldn't afford one
Lost a few cuddies, on my mama, double back action
Nigga, why you lyin'? You is not active
I ain't even gotta act hard, I am not lackin'
Blood, it get smirkish in the field, I am not laughin'
I'm Kawhi Leonard, when you pulled up, you ain't score one basket
Turnover, now your partner layin' in the casket
You not movin' packs, goin' broke, I cannot have it
You not payin' for this dick, bitch, you cannot have it
When you catch a charge, makin' statements, it cannot happen
Sit her down, tell her run this play, bitch, I'm Phil Jackson
You know that lil' nine that fit in your pocket, compact action
But I could fit this Draco in my pants, I am not cappin'
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