(Chorus)
Here we go you gon talk on my name yet you gon fold when shit get hot you be talking to cops we be bending a lot like, me and piggy gon come out the cut ready for what word to who said you gon boom now we smokin shh
(Verse 1)
Get hit up like now you doomed my aroma is crazy when I step in the room now we letting off shots like, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM just shook the room we sweeping em we up 7 0 you talking all that rah rah but you ain’t let it blow you gotta go that’s on bro stay ten toes we never fold spinning for bro that’s what I was told you keep beggin me not to shoot when I pull up on you word to my mother it’s a risk having you alive you gotta die we out looking for who we out looking for shhh gotta put him in a spliff like his Unc the blunt really punch he was boxer imma flocka that’s why I flocked ya talk on my momma i don’t want the drama that’s why I upped it first let the Glock disperse stop talking on her throwing bullets like hurts it musta hurt you was screaming my head like, word to my dead gotta get this bread of this rapping shit so I can keep my family fed stop talking get to sparking if the pole jam up he get beat till he bleed you gon see if you keep fucking with me word to my guys we don’t fuck with no Gzz like, only throwing up C’s like, W.T.S be fucking with east Like
(Verse 2)
We gon eat we be double baccin the scene like we got front row seats I’m in Woo and I be fucking wit Woos bitch you gon lose if you run to the valley it’s gon end sadly if there’s more than one it’s gon end badly I be jackin with sally I’m gon fuck her gladly that’s your bitch that’s sad B shit be tragic how you lost another one go pick up a gun and go get back get him a drum you lost you a bum like, I’m just tryna have fun why y’all be so serious bitch I’m just curious but we shooting for George damn he got left on the floor you know who did that bitch it was fours we done kicked down the door he got flossed for jackin the sixes like I said shit get wicked his family done flipped him damn they tripping free PIP free JC when I see a opp Imma make em bleed smoking on trees only aiming for treetops give that a rewind bitch you gon be blind no you can’t see mine it’s really that G-lock make him pop it drop it know we gon flock it stop it the cops be clocking the opps be watching they say stay safe but imma stay dangerous you know where I’m aiming cause I’m really that dangerous smoking on opps shit get draining you know it’s that Za brainless wish I could I make it to the top wish I could be famous but I’m stuck on the streets but I don’t mind it b so just keep it a C cause I love the streets I always got a seat I love spinnin I love sippin it really don’t make no difference cause wether I’m on the top or the bottom I’m still gon be sliding I’m still gon be violent be on timing demon timing like mickyd’s I’m lovin it the opps tried to smother my people I won’t let that shit happen cause if I see you I’m really gon uh, you know what I’m talking bout it’s free mr. Hawk em down
(Chorus)
Here we go you gon talk on my name yet you gon fold when shit get hot you be talking to cops we be bending a lot like, me and piggy gon come out the cut ready for what word to who said you gon boom now we smokin shh
