Ayy Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It) Lil' Capalot, bitch, hah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Hit the strip after school, couldn’t wait 'til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit And I’m straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain’t no lettin' it up, ain’t no stoppin' this Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin' shit You ain’t heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we be dropping shit Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I’m the one who been buyin' up Glocks and shit I’m just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit) Might be rocking a show or if I’m not up the stu', then I’m fucking this cash off Don’t you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, you ain’t gettin' that pass off Spin the block, now I’m takin' my mask off Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt It’s gon' be R.I.P. once your ass caught He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off 'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X) That boy a bitch, that’s his dad fault If you play, then you lay, we can crash out (Let's go) When I up in his shit, bet it’s man down (Boom) In BOA, I’m pullin' them bands out (Cash) DOA, bitch, I get your mans off (Gone) A rockstar from the block, I stand out (Uh) Came from nothing, I fucked my advance off When I hit the game, with my flow, niggas ran off (No cap), fuck it I’m not your average joe (Uh-uh) When I leave the house, I tuck it, uh (Fire, fire) I’m rich, I don’t shop on no budget He clutchin', my lil' youngin want him a bucket, uh (Score) I hop on this bitch and run it (Uh) If I said it, I seen it or done it (Uh, uh) These lil' niggas never robbed nobody Ain’t caught no body, and ain’t getting no money (Cap) Where I’m from, it’s sports or gunplay We looked up to the killer and dealers But even them niggas wan' make it out one day (On gang) Fuck my first M, I been had hood fame (Yeah) Took off like I was on a runway (Yoom) I’m a star, but still post on the one way (Blatt) Them niggas talk, but they won’t play (NLE) We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday (Yeah, yeah) Hop on the scene and I’m thuggin' This Glock on my hip, so you know that I’m clutchin' Catch me an opp, I’ma down him in public The police keep askin', I’m changin' the subject The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged Why the fuck you got a gun? You not gonna bust it And a hundred some shots, I ain’t doin' no tustlin' Give a nigga temptation like he David Ruffin I ain’t gon' cap, I don’t even like rappin' But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit Fuck the bitch, and when I get done I’ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch Catch a nigga when he clock out I’ma get him whacked at his job and shit And I don’t know why the police keep fuckin' with me 'Cause they ain’t stoppin' shit, yeah Spin on your block like a remix Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit Extended clip like a broomstick Shoot a flick like Netflix Scratch an opp off the checklist I just bought a gun off Craigslist Shoot an opp in the brain, I’m leavin' a stain, only thing you see is red shit If the police behind, we keep duckin' My gun need some drawers, it got nuts Whole gang, we strapped, don’t test us If a nigga play, he gon' get bust, yeah NLE the Top Shotta, don dada Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
