Message, Pt. 1 C Blu

[Intro]
Gang, gang
(This a fuckin' message)
C Blu

[Chorus]
This a message for all y'all who dissin' me
Niggas poppin' and they don't be as lit as me
Sharin' chains, like, boy is you kiddin' me?
And I heard you got shot for a phone
You a bozo, you should've stayed home
Drop ten bands on my neck, that's a light pack
Flipped the Chevy, I got that shit right back
You be dumb if you think that you stickin' me
'Cause this .40 I keep keep a lemon squeeze
Yeah, Leroy, he got chased in the store
Dubs tripped, now his brains on the floor
[?] she got killed in her sleep
I get caught, then I'm spinnin' all week
Gang be tellin' me, "Chill, you a tweak"
But, I can't stop 'til thеm pussies deceasе
But, I can't stop 'til them pussies decease

[Verse 1]
Like, who did y'all niggas come touch?
[?] survived and that pussy got punched
He was lucky we ain't have no gun
Told Drew, "Just hop out and blitz 'em"
And you know that we crip, so we ripped 'em
If she jackin' the opps, she a victim
Don't lack on that strip when we come
[?] grab your Gs and just run
'Cause my niggas don't think, they just shoot
We send shooters, but no, we don't hoop
(Spinnin' blocks like this shit is a sport)
Catch a opp and I bet he get torched