[Intro: Dusty Locane]
A lot of these n***as really don't be on shit
They be talkin' all that rah rah, n***a I'll pull up
Woo
Look

[Pre-Verse: Dusty Locane]
I'm really wildin'
I'm for the violence
Don't play, look
Don't play, look
Said I'm really wildin'
I'm for the violence
Don't play, look

[Verse: Dusty Locane]
I'ma switch it up for these fuck n***as now
I done seen a lot of shit, yeah I'm really holdin' on a trey pound
Dusty Loc' ain't no regular n***a in these streets
I am really for the beef, don't play 'round, you can talk to me
You gon' see a different vibe, lil' n***a you not for the beef
And I gotta say it real loud
I ain't gon' make too much noise, pull up on your little ass, you a clown
And I'ma show, all that shit
You was talkin', you a bitch
How I be walkin', on this shit
Best believe I'm really crip
Look, I'm Loc'ed in
Pussy n***as try to play with my set then I'ma, show them
It's a lot of killer n***as in these streets
It's a lot of n***as really for the beef
Best believe in me (Best believe in me)
Best believe in me (Best believe in me)
Look, listen
Everything I did, the life I live
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta act
I be really with the killer shit
I ain't gotta walk on no track, I am really in the streets bitch
So don't play when it comes to this, I am really for the killin' shit
I am really for the drillin' shit
I said I'm, tweakin'
Bad little bitch on my dick for no reason
I be, lifted
All my n***as with it, they really drillin'
I gotta, itchin'
Feeling, so that mean I gotta squeeze
And best, believe
I'm a militant n***a in these streets
I said, baby, shake it
Slow down, go crazy
I made it, I made it
Hop in that new Mercedes
Listen, you gotta see everything I did
The life that I live
I ain't gonna front on this shit
I am really crip

[Bridge]
Hahaha, look
And I'm really not gon' play
Chopper hit you broad day, yeah you know you gotta lay down in the ground
Give that boy thirty rounds, bet he won't talk too much right now
Now he's tryna fight for his life
Pistol through his throat, he gotta die
Huh, really gotta die
Little n***a know how I roll
Little n***a know how we ride
I be really, tweakin'
I'm geekin' for no reason
(Look, every evening)

[Verse: ?]
Hah, look
Look, load up the chop, then we shoot at the opps, then divide up the dividend
Pop me a half, then I roll up some gas, then it's back to the killing shit
I came up from trappin', kidnappin', run up get to clappin', I just caught another win
I call up bro pistol, he ride with the pistols, don't lie down, we huntin' some other shit
Castle like a coliseum
Pop me a xan then I pour me some lean
Just when I thought I was done, [?] just passed me the beam
I told my mom I'm gon' get her racks with you, we gon' live the dream
No you can't fuck with me, got guns like the navy, you get hit with them things
Get hot, watch you run like a marathon
Point that bitch, have her wet it like caviar
Look, post up on Lincoln for all of my n***as went up like some talibans
Finesse a bitch, now she be fuckin' broad
Finesse a bitch, now she be fuckin' broad
Yeah, post up on Lincoln for all of my n***as went up like some talibans
N***as is jealous, my n***as is felons, them n***as could never defeat
Bullets K up, it get aim like some jello, baby that means I am a lead
You should worry about your pockets lil baby, them [?] on my feet
You should worry about your pockets lil baby, them [?] on my feet
Yeah, yeah
Big bucks for that heat
I spent 50k in a week
I been with my Woos for a week
I could fuck your thottie in the sheets
And that lil thottie, she get geeked
I been with my Woos for a week
If that lil n***a want beef
I could hit him up with that heat