[Intro]
Gang, yah (No cap)
Spaz, Spaz, Spaz
You ain't talking ’bout Glocks, you ain't talking 'bout nothin’
You ain't talking 'bout shit, n***a
Oh, yuh, gang

[Verse]
Re-up, I need a new whip for the cookie
I shoot with a grin and you shoot like a rookie
I ain't going bad, keep the fye in here tooken
With killers and robbers, the fuck is she looking?
We pull his top out with banana clip cooking, the block got hot cause Lil 40 good looking
Remember them n***as used to over look me
Back in the trap, I had to get to hooking
Trap with the 30, get back, I ain't lookin and 40 cutthroat, n***a, I be cutting
Spot his ass, pin his ass down like a button
Strapped up, n***a, you know I ain't hugging
Pull out the rocket, why that n***a touching?
Fill 'em with led, turn his body to stuffing
Glock on me, blow his ass down like a muffin
50 round on me, n***a, I be drumming
Dolce Gabbana, n***a, I be suitеd and we in the fucking field just likе a tutor
Back in the chain, I was fighting my unit, the gas so loud, the trap done got polluted
It's hard to be faithful, told her I’m just human
Ain’t getting no 9-5, sticking with music
Ran up on me then that n***a left wounded
Boy tried to rob me, n***a, is ya stupid?
Playboy bunny, n***a, I got swiftness
We whipping the crack babies in the kitchen
Southside baby, we ain't finna kick it
I fuck her and dip, my n***a, we ain’t sticking
N***a did dirt, got caught now he benching
The trap got kick, n***a, we ain't picking
Make her and break her, I ain't loving no bitches
Throw the sack off, a n***a cherry picking
N***as be switching, sticking with the 50
I up the pole on 'em, why he lookin iffy?
Bad lil’ Hispanic bih' tryna get with me
Them n***as wan' kill me, tell 'em come get with me
The Glock get to singing, I ain't talking Whitney
Skinny jeans on me, you can see the blicky
Walk in the trap, I'm feelin kinda tipsy
Hop out the van, it getting kinda windy
N***a be snitching just to see a penny
Send me to hell for a n***a go tell and I'm feelin' like Nudy
Rudy Gang, n***a, RIP to Rudy
Let out the rounds on, why he getting trulie
You want a job? my n***as overruling
Get the fuck down cause Kilo got to shooting
We got the double barrel, we get to moving
I'm in the trap with them killers, EBG Spaz on the block with them dealers
Can't come to the hood, we don't fuck with y'all n***as
He feelin' that high, we gon' see how he feelin'
He not in the field, he a tutor (tutor)
I walk in the store, finna check on my shooter
These n***as wan' beef on computers (Bitch)
The dick on my gun hangin' out like a tumor (Yeah)
Her ass so fat, don't suit her
She eat the dick up so you know I'ma use it
And the dope getting out like a muhfuckin' rumor
I'm eyeing his ass like a muhfuckin' blooper
.45 in my hand gun him down like a trooper
She got 4 kids, she a muhfuckin' cougar
I wake the block up with a Glock like a rooster
Don't run up, my n***as got heart, not humor (Yeah)
[Outro]
No cap, lil' n***a, stop playing games, lil' n***a (Yeah)