No Comparison L'A Capone (Ft. Juice Da Savage)

[Verse]
600, we in this bitch
Yeah, we do hits
Off flats, we get reckless
Lil D with him, I stick
Rondo make it tragic
Do a hit, disappear, magic
You better chill when we doin' the hit
Cause them jakes gonna be boppin' quick
Pillow talking, you get cut off snitch
Tay 600 got the Ruger's, bitch
Cdai got 22 shots so
I don't think you should be talking shit
The thots love D Block and shit
We the real D Block and shit
They don't even wanna walk through my hood
Cause they know we be poppin' shit
On the phone with GBE's
Nino got the .223
We gettin fat boy, y'all don't eat
If he a stain, he get put to sleep
I'm bar bar, I be packing heat
Booka with me, he be swanging deep
I'll send you where the angels be (Heaven)
Y'all know what I'm claiming be (600!)
When it come to flexin', ain't no comparison
When it come to war time, I'ma bury him
When it comes to ballin', I be flexin'
When it comes to sex ed, yo pussy trash (Let's get it)
When it comes to trappin', we be paper stackin'
When it comes to man downs, we the main attraction
When it comes to smokin' dope, who the man I'm asking
When it comes to everything...