[Intro]
Go
Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga
Anybody go against us, they ass gettin' that belt
All the opps be askin' for help, go, nigga
[Verse]
If I bounce out and he start runnin' (I'ma chase him), I'ma chase his lil' ass out his drawers (Come here)
He runnin' through gangways and hoppin' gates, I'm just prayin' and hopin' he fall
I just got a call the opps up there tryna shop, I'm comin' to shoot up the mall
Hop out, play ball, we up in this Scat with six guns and we tryna link up with y'all
I get in that room, they askin' me questions, I tell 'em, "I do not recall"
And what 'bout the opps? Lil' boy, we put belt to they ass, they know we do not play at all
He ran in the gate, I'm tryna knock off his head, the bullets was hittin' thе wall
She want me to wife hеr, she won't get a ring, the bitch somethin' like Chris Paul
We up in the Track', Lil Three off the Percs tweakin', drivin' this bitch like a dog
Them labels comin', I don't got time to talk, I told 'em to hit up Frog
This shit not a game, when we get on top of your head, no, you cannot press pause
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem, since I was like ten, I was breakin' the laws
I been fucked up (For real), I was the nigga in school takin' a piss in the halls
When you finna suck it, just put the whole thing in your mouth, don't go nowhere near my balls
This .45 fucked him up, left him open, he need way more than a gau'
I remember them talks with Lil Three like, "Go on 'head, hit him, I'ma run up and finish him off" (I hit him in the head)
When we in the field, we tryna put a hole in a nigga, but, no, we do not play golf
This shit fit tight on my body, you know it's expensive, so don't even ask what it costs
The last nigga dissin' was dead on the scene with bullet holes and white chalk
You got your gun, I got my gun, let's shoot it out, we can skip all of the talk
He made a lil' diss and died, his ass got fried, I don't know what the fuck he thought
Get caught out of bounds, you know that we clappin' your ass, so you better not get lost
Long live my brother, that nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't walk
That nigga a goofy, kept postin' 'bout murders and wonder why his ass got caught
That nigga done went on a hit and ain't shoot his blick, he wrong, that lil' nigga soft
I said I was great, she knew I was off North Ave, she could tell by the way that I talk
You niggas can't fuck with me, one piece of my 'fit cost half the shit you bought
You niggas can't fuck with me, one piece of my 'fit cost half the shit you bought, go
Go
Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga
Anybody go against us, they ass gettin' that belt
All the opps be askin' for help, go, nigga
[Verse]
If I bounce out and he start runnin' (I'ma chase him), I'ma chase his lil' ass out his drawers (Come here)
He runnin' through gangways and hoppin' gates, I'm just prayin' and hopin' he fall
I just got a call the opps up there tryna shop, I'm comin' to shoot up the mall
Hop out, play ball, we up in this Scat with six guns and we tryna link up with y'all
I get in that room, they askin' me questions, I tell 'em, "I do not recall"
And what 'bout the opps? Lil' boy, we put belt to they ass, they know we do not play at all
He ran in the gate, I'm tryna knock off his head, the bullets was hittin' thе wall
She want me to wife hеr, she won't get a ring, the bitch somethin' like Chris Paul
We up in the Track', Lil Three off the Percs tweakin', drivin' this bitch like a dog
Them labels comin', I don't got time to talk, I told 'em to hit up Frog
This shit not a game, when we get on top of your head, no, you cannot press pause
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem, since I was like ten, I was breakin' the laws
I been fucked up (For real), I was the nigga in school takin' a piss in the halls
When you finna suck it, just put the whole thing in your mouth, don't go nowhere near my balls
This .45 fucked him up, left him open, he need way more than a gau'
I remember them talks with Lil Three like, "Go on 'head, hit him, I'ma run up and finish him off" (I hit him in the head)
When we in the field, we tryna put a hole in a nigga, but, no, we do not play golf
This shit fit tight on my body, you know it's expensive, so don't even ask what it costs
The last nigga dissin' was dead on the scene with bullet holes and white chalk
You got your gun, I got my gun, let's shoot it out, we can skip all of the talk
He made a lil' diss and died, his ass got fried, I don't know what the fuck he thought
Get caught out of bounds, you know that we clappin' your ass, so you better not get lost
Long live my brother, that nigga that popped him up ain't dead, but I bet he can't walk
That nigga a goofy, kept postin' 'bout murders and wonder why his ass got caught
That nigga done went on a hit and ain't shoot his blick, he wrong, that lil' nigga soft
I said I was great, she knew I was off North Ave, she could tell by the way that I talk
You niggas can't fuck with me, one piece of my 'fit cost half the shit you bought
You niggas can't fuck with me, one piece of my 'fit cost half the shit you bought, go
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