[Verse]
I put my heart in the streets knowin' I won't get nun' back, nigga no bap
Won't say his name, but y'all know who deceased and went out like a dick
Why the fuck would he lack?
That's a fact
Free the bros and keep all the rats
Catch me up in the 8 or the raq
Big OT8, put that shit on my back
Like let's get into it
Don't cap, like y'all know what we do
If the boys in tune, this shit is just music
His face is all over the news, if you think I'ma go out like him then you stupid, like
And I stay wit' a few
Could die wit' ya gun, won't even get to use it, like
What you wanna do? If you feelin' like you got a point, nigga prove it
And whole lotta Woo, 082 and a whole bunch of niggas wit' me bangin' red
Hear them shots, you better duck ya head
How you in the streets, no G? Ion' get it, like
He shoulda been where he's supposed to
One to his chest like he sayin' the pledge
You not my bitch and no I won't post you, but I'ma call you when I need some head
And I never got touched, like
You better go wit' ya gut
If you push up on me, see where you end up
Like, no knocker then he gettin' cut
Threw a shot and I missed
I did bad, what the fuck?
Big EBS if he ain't one of us
Oh you feelin' froggy? Leap and try your luck
Niggas get hit and sweep it under rugs
Ain't nowhere to run, where you goin'?
Smokin' on who? I send you wit' your bros
Knocks on me, tryin' not to show it
Can't come around if you ain't bought a pole
See me and do what? Y'all know, once SB start I can't stop him from throwin'
Sneak dissin', oh he one of those
Knocks in the V, she keep tryna hold it
Like
Who tryna ball? Keep on clickin' 'til he hit the floor
Too official, realest nigga to the core
Before we had guns, was gettin' into brawls
Like
Gettin' money and duckin' the law
We gon' bend, give a fuck if it's pourin'
Age eleven I jumped off the porch
Any opposition I see that I'm scorin'
I put my heart in the streets knowin' I won't get nun' back, nigga no bap
Won't say his name, but y'all know who deceased and went out like a dick
Why the fuck would he lack?
That's a fact
Free the bros and keep all the rats
Catch me up in the 8 or the raq
Big OT8, put that shit on my back
Like let's get into it
Don't cap, like y'all know what we do
If the boys in tune, this shit is just music
His face is all over the news, if you think I'ma go out like him then you stupid, like
And I stay wit' a few
Could die wit' ya gun, won't even get to use it, like
What you wanna do? If you feelin' like you got a point, nigga prove it
And whole lotta Woo, 082 and a whole bunch of niggas wit' me bangin' red
Hear them shots, you better duck ya head
How you in the streets, no G? Ion' get it, like
He shoulda been where he's supposed to
One to his chest like he sayin' the pledge
You not my bitch and no I won't post you, but I'ma call you when I need some head
And I never got touched, like
You better go wit' ya gut
If you push up on me, see where you end up
Like, no knocker then he gettin' cut
Threw a shot and I missed
I did bad, what the fuck?
Big EBS if he ain't one of us
Oh you feelin' froggy? Leap and try your luck
Niggas get hit and sweep it under rugs
Ain't nowhere to run, where you goin'?
Smokin' on who? I send you wit' your bros
Knocks on me, tryin' not to show it
Can't come around if you ain't bought a pole
See me and do what? Y'all know, once SB start I can't stop him from throwin'
Sneak dissin', oh he one of those
Knocks in the V, she keep tryna hold it
Like
Who tryna ball? Keep on clickin' 'til he hit the floor
Too official, realest nigga to the core
Before we had guns, was gettin' into brawls
Like
Gettin' money and duckin' the law
We gon' bend, give a fuck if it's pourin'
Age eleven I jumped off the porch
Any opposition I see that I'm scorin'
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