Message to the Streets FG Famous

[Intro]
Look man, fuck all that
This how I'm addressing that shit nigga
All facts, no lies
Believe that
Mike Made The 808's
Yeah
It's a message to the streets
Finna run up in they thing, look

[Verse 1]
I heard some niggas want my head huh? I'm finna see what up
Pull up game raw, I get out urgent and you out of luck
'Cause I ain't too official plus the cutter came with monkey nuts
So when I let off shots repeatedly, how you gon' run or duck?
Ain't never had no fear in me, I'm quick to let it bust
Hop out and spray this bitch immediately, ain't got no time to fuck
I guarantee that stick don't miss a beat, you know I grease it up
This cutter go brrat and clear the street, might have your mama touched
They pop shootin' from a distance, scared to get it off
They know we strapped up with them dicks and them monkey nuts
The whole gang with the shits, you know what's up with us
Don't make me send Nick to lay in your ditch, that bitch don't give a fuck
Yeah I been retarded, other niggas must not know 'bout us
These two piece or them forties, it ain't nothin' to turn your shit to dust
They hit my cousin in the leg but that ain't good enough
'Cause bitch I'm strictly aimin' for your head, I want your chin and up
You know I'm thuggin', keep the glizzy on my right side
Them bitches here gon' burn, gon' need more than some peroxide
I'm the type to creep up on 'em, catch 'em slippin' comin' outside
Give 'em two to the scalp like graow graow and leave his mouth wide, on gang