(Beast play that shit)
[Verse 1: lou deezi]
(N***a, lou, n***a)
(Run through the g, BLC)
(N***a)
Look I'm from the No, n***a
Or the BLC
But 40 Tucked with a rope and I'm through to G's
Asked if we blew at him, I say no
But he knew it's me
See my brother die in the city, so I'm losing sleep
Hey lose the gleek if you happen to get pissy with it
My granny told me love my skin color, cause the city didn't
Hey pretty bitches was absent back in the north
With some was decent, but they hoes
Couple of those was important, n***as scoring
So if its funk, keep your yeekiana
You could ask my mama about the trauma her child ain't brought up
You won't believe the diffеrent thing that they Dae Deezy taught us
A littlе boy, where he from? He was raised by Don Daddas
Bruh, should be hanging with the bums that be on 4th street
Left that n***a block his shit more beat up than a whore's knee
Hey More gleeks, more gleeks, hey we need more poles
I barely survive to my age, can't explain it but lord knows

[Verse 2: Lil Hungry]
It ain't no love in my city, that's why it's called the no
Shit we ain't living in Fres-yes, that's why I keep a pole
I know bristol heads but I don't judge them shit to each his own
Was feining for a thizz, my fein let me hold three or four
Me and Jalen Green and Derek Carr is not no different
I'm trying to throw the opposite some bullets and watch my pivot
Bitch you eating shmeat going home, you know the clock is ticking
Gang'nem don't play that net shit, We'll stop your mission
In Fresno, the 304's is out of pocket
I ain't tripping
I just know she gonna pay Hongry cause he popping and
It's a must you take a n***a slam you find out he ain't rocking
He took a picture with the gang and told now everybody crop it..
Stupid
You done got tricked out your position
Your homie dissing on the book
You slip with him
Get flipped with him
Might knock the skinny bitch at Marcus
Now she fuck with big n***a
Shit I guessed I paved the way
Check on your folk, I heard somebody slayed today (N***a somebody got slayed today)
Check on your folk, I heard somebody slayed today
[Verse 3: 1100 Himself]
You ain't really lit, but you gonna fake it till you make it n***a
Riding around with long dread wig like a Jamaican n***a
And they don't want my melodies
They want the janky n***a
5-0 blurp and search my fucking car for damn near 80 minutes
Tristen with the quagmire, but I'm a Quagen sipper
And n***as was asking for my routes because I was a famous bipper
Freaky frog ass n***a swiping right on tinder
Freaky frog ass n***a swiping right on tinder
You ain't had a hit since eleven thou was in the 8th grade
They need to free Twan, so I can go back to the bald fade
(Hold on)
They need to free Twan so I can go back to the bald fade
I got into it with the football team over tall James
The tech house so big, I'm rolling dope up in the hallways
The homie dice shoot, I bet whatever
I'm taking all fades a boosie n***a screaming "air ball"
But N***a I call game
You feel me, n***a, I called game
I don't give a fuck about Instagram n***a that's y'all thang
A boosie n***a dropped a bootsie album
I feel y'all pain and n***a if you ain't on the lev express
You miss y'all train

[Verse 4: Verde Babii]
Fill my gun to the maximum and minimize the funk, Like 11
Let me tell you about this time it was me and bro
Riding through the North in a fishy bowl, paranoid
I got baby A and he got a switchy on em
Heard them n***as on their block
We finna creep up on em, it's personal
Can't shoot from the load, gone hop on feet up on it
But when we pull up, we peep them n***as kind of deep upon it
Damn what we doing now
Should we turn around hop out on feet and get to shooting now
I ain't gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous
Some n***as deep and they got rugers out
It won't be no easy task, we gotta shoot it out
He said a prayer, I said a prayer and now we creeping down
N***a, this shit sound good don't it
It's a n***a in every hood that really did something
Similar to what I'm talking about or really killed something
In my city get spunky, you get killed for nothing
Old n***as popping, older n***as, they'll kill your uncle
N***a they kill your dad, it's fucked up
Them n***as want a gun before they want a bag
N***a, shit I understand
Big 2-4 shit, n***a