Got sum niggas on the other side
And that boy strapped with a motherfuckin gat
All my niggas down to ride
50 shots to your head and a hundred to your back
Homicide we gone slide
Put my trust in a gun i'll never trust a nat
Big G got mob ties
And i know some bloods they gone get your shit whacked
Pourin up drank yea we sippin on AC
Yea and we smokin on thrax
Tee got the Glizzy MM got the mac
Yea he'll knock you off your hat
Ran off with the work i aint fucking with the pack
I'll kill ya baby before you blow out my back
I dont ride old school bitch i'm speedin in the cat
I'm bout to set a trap for these motherfuckin rats
No woof woof dog he a mouse he a rat
He was signing on them papers why his momma in the back
We gone spin his block ten dracs and a Mac
Hop out curb stomp em till his brain go splat
I'm a real gangster you just puttin on a act
Yea his bitch wanna fuck me so he hate me that's a fact
I used to sell work yea i used to sell crack
And now i gotta strap everybody getting jacked
Tell me why they hating on the motherfucking G
You wanna verse for free man how stupid could you be
Two bad bitches wanna fuck and suck the D
I ain't stingy with the bitch so i let her fuck the team
Choppa gotta scope red laser yea a beam
Racks so thick make your bitch wanna cream
I'm living like i made it yea sum like a dream
Shot a hundred something rounds listen to em why he scream
Came to far to let a sucka intervene
I'm just tryna lay low but they tryna cause a scene
Dude still mad cause i jacked em out some green
I'm gonna give it back to em plus a hollow in his spleen
Thug till i die blowing gas to the sky
If my brother need assistance then you know i'm finna ride
Bitch you playin stupid dont know why you finna cry
I just told your ass once I am not the fucking guy
Got sum niggas on the other side
And that boy strapped with a motherfuckin gat
All my niggas down to ride
50 shots to your head and a hundred to your back
Homicide we gone slide
Put my trust in a gun i'll never trust a nat
Big G got mob ties
And i know some bloods they gone get your shit whacked
Pourin up drank yea we sippin on AC
Yea and we smokin on thrax
Tee got the Glizzy MM got the mac
Yea he'll knock you off your hat
Ran off with the work i aint fucking with the pack
I'll kill ya baby before you blow out my back
I dont ride old school bitch i'm speedin in the cat
I'm bout to set a trap for these motherfuckin rats