[Intro]
(Elvis)
Like, n***as who the fuck it is man (Grrah)
TG fucking Crippy (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't know how many times I gotta tell y'all n***as
'Cause y'all n***as know who the fuck it is, ya heard
Big LVK, Die 8
N***as know wassup
YGK, n***a
OYK, n***a

[Verse]
N***as know how I rock in this bitch
Yeah, I keep me a chop in this bitch
If you try to run up, you get flocked in this bitch
I don't care about a thot, she just mopping the dick
Where the opps? They be hiding and shit
Always capping and lying and shit
They mad 'cause they mans just died in a whip
And ain't nobody ride for him since
Shit be wicked
N***as talking 'bout they got a gun, but never tryna click it
You ain't hit shit
No coach, but if you talking crazy get put on a hit list
Tote chops, move tact
Clicking on opps, n***as know how I act
Who that? Get back
Big Crackout, he upping the strap
Mex died, y'all ain't never get back
Talking on n***as y'all ain't еven pack
Bitch bad, let me bеat up the cat
She lining the opps, so I'm bringing the strap
Wait tell them lil' n***as get back
Rah got packed, they ain't never get back
I just been on my bullshit
Spin through the opps with a full clip
Sippin' this lean got me feeling nauseous
But I still gotta move cautious, like
Off a perc I'm like, "Who that?"
Lil' n***a, you better move back
Me and PDot, so you know thats two straps
Spin through the Well and we looking for hats, like
Like, we gon' spin through the Well and we looking for hats, like
N***as saying my name in they song
What's the point if y'all never put on?
We pull up and we poppin' out to perform
You gon' see how my glizzy get drawn
In your face, got the chop
I ain't stopping for the deez, I'ma do a hot chase
Only thing y'all been coming is plates
Had y'all n***as sitting in my face
What a waste
I was driving so fast how the fuck I end up in the Gates?
Might as well go spin through the 8
Can't forget lil' Rah got shot in his face
But enough that, I'm sick of that
A lot of opps got hit in they fitted cap
They ain't getting back
They know we the ones that be dumping
So them n***as sitting back
Where the dinner at?
Them n***as is pussy and I can smell it where the kitchen at
Call Kenzo, he dumping he risking that
Blood brother, I know he gon' finish that
N***as say they gon' spin, but that shit is cap
OY-OG, we ain't jacking that
We ain't having that
If he ever try to Move Look, then we got to clap his ass
We on him, that n***a don't got a pass
See Flash, that n***a gon' do the dash
N***as know wassup
If I ever catch a LV n***a lacking, I'ma poke him up
Might just roll him up
Mex in a pack, why y'all talking on bro when y'all know wassup
Dubs, dead, roll him up
Smoke him daily, so this shit ain't new to me
Opp n***as ain't even hit puberty
But they talking 'bout what they gon' do to me
N***as know you a opp, you ain't fooling me
Might just pop out the cut just to shoot a G
Yeah I'm dropping the 4's, n***as know its me
Still 5th to the Sev, how its supposed to be
She was dubbing my shit, now she notice me
Feel like 'Bron 'cause n***as ain't holding me
[Outro]
Fuck is y'all n***as talking about, n***a
Y'all n***as know wassup, n***a
Y'all n***as is wack, word to my dead
Die Vato, die all that shit
Y'all suck my dick, n***a
LVK, MoneyWellK
Y'all n***as know how we rocking, n***a
5th to the Sev shit, n***a
Free the fucking guys