[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, man (Fatman, you did this?)
6300 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your ass smoked (Glah, glah)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glah)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in the hot car, I'm with all my niggas buggin'
Auntie called my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my cousin
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I'll kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
[Verse]
I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, nigga (Shh, here go your diapеr, nigga)
You ain't into it with gang for real, you don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (Bitch-ass nigga)
With your broke ass, nigga (Fuck wrong with you?)
Wе ain't tolerate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood, they call somebody else hit they block (Grr)
Free Lonnell 6300, only one I love from 8 block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot, ayy (What? What?)
If niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag
For J Money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (Her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me in case I run up out that switch kind, glah (Grr)
We get litty in the city (City, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (City, what?)
We don't say, "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say, "No kizzy" (City, what?)
All the opps know how we rock, nigga, we gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, nigga
We ain't doin' no dissin'
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, man (Fatman, you did this?)
6300 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your ass smoked (Glah, glah)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glah)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in the hot car, I'm with all my niggas buggin'
Auntie called my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my cousin
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I'll kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
[Verse]
I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, nigga (Shh, here go your diapеr, nigga)
You ain't into it with gang for real, you don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (Bitch-ass nigga)
With your broke ass, nigga (Fuck wrong with you?)
Wе ain't tolerate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood, they call somebody else hit they block (Grr)
Free Lonnell 6300, only one I love from 8 block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot, ayy (What? What?)
If niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag
For J Money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (Her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me in case I run up out that switch kind, glah (Grr)
We get litty in the city (City, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (City, what?)
We don't say, "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say, "No kizzy" (City, what?)
All the opps know how we rock, nigga, we gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, nigga
We ain't doin' no dissin'
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