We represent destruction, nigga
Death, mayhem, murder and madness, nigga
You try me, you gon’ die
You try the squad, you gon’ di
ChopStars
It’s chopped up and not slopped up, man
OG Ron C
DJ Candlestick
What?
Pourin’ up drank, sippin’ Wock’ by the pint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
I’m pourin’ up drank, sippin’ Wock’ by the pint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
Pourin’ up drank, sippin’ Wock’ by the pint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My bougie bitch be actin’ like she loyal, but she ain’t
Fell in love with a hood rat and she Ross Stang
I bust her down the road with extendo on the shank
Feel like I can do whatever, never say I can’t
I won’t move off my emotions, I’ma always think
Tracker on these cars, catch ’em at the light and bang
I’m a Eastside nigga with a bank
Used to call us country, they don’t want no guns
I’m with the shit, but countin’ money for the fun though
All the opps say they hard, why they run?
All these choppers, I can open up a gun
Really street, I ain’t goin’ for the gun
Give you cash money, I can’t give no fucks though
Shots hit his stomach, now his guts gone
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new Diamondback and it hold a hundred rounds
I ain’t hit no kids ’cause I walk my man down
I won’t hit no kids, I’ma walk my man down
AK or the SK?
Late night, broad day
.223 Change your heart rate
Nigga softer than a parfait
Used to serve in the hallway
Nigga sold me a bag, you was all shake
Called him back like, “I want eight”
Thought I came to shop, but it was all take
Pussy, you know what I’m on, pussy
You only tough on the camera phone, pussy
I ain’t finna rob you, get your gamma long, pussy
Y’all the type of niggas we put hammers on, pussy
Beef about a bitch, you a tender-dick rookie
Beef about a bitch, you a tender-dick rookie
Beef about a bitch, you a tender-dick rookie
I can’t cap his baby mama, shit gushy
Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all tookie
Used to sell the gas, now I’m sellin’ all cookie
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new Diamondback and it hold a hundred rounds
I ain’t hit no kids ’cause I walk my man down
I won’t hit no kids, I’ma walk my man down
I won’t hit no kids, I’ma walk my man down
I won’t hit no kids, I’ma walk my man down
This hood shit don’t matter
But when my nigga die, somebody gotta answer
Told him put his gun down
And he didn’t make it to another November
Told my boy leave town
But he don’t have the bread to really leave the gutter
And I’m startin’ to wonder
I gotta find ways to not go under
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, “Be patient, you don’t kill civilians”
The drop will come back out if it’s written in
No, we don’t pray for war
But if it comes, niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we built for
Shootouts in the winter, bro got bigger
Finally came home, but to no real niggas
Just dice and liquor, his old girl, but he don’t miss her
He ain’t the same, he can’t be with her, oh
Tell me how to cope, bro
Had so many dead friends, you pray this for the whole night
Tell me how to grow right
Locked in a cell and you hearin’ that your bro died
New state of mind
If a nigga trip, don’t waste no time
Stay alive, stay alive
We spin and these niggas claim a crime
Bro wants to kill again
Told him, “Be patient, these boys civilians”
The drop will come back out, back out
What’s written in will never miss
Will never miss
It’s ’bout to be a new year, man
Don’t get caught ridin’ ’round this sloppy shit, I promise you, player
That ain’t shit, all you hear, yeah
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