(I’mma run it, I’mma run it)

Fuckin with me, guarantee -
That your bitch ass gon be hauled off in an mothafuckin ambulance
And leave your old dead corpse with a toe tag
I push the line real hard boy and that’s no cap
Read your body language and see how you’ll react

This gang bang lifestyle psychological
It ain’t only bout' selling drugs and hoes
It’s about strategizing on your enemies
Same time keeping your squad full of unity

The big homies in the neighborhood work very hard, to make sure the familia up to par
Make sure that the program running smooth
Just to be hated on by some lame ass dudes
I’m talking bout you weenies that wеnt P.C, and informants working with the police

Yeah I said it -
You a bustеr straight up, on the hood you gave up
When I see ya, playboy you in danger
30 fades in the middle of the street, it’s how the homie little shadow taught me to be
And we don’t buckle so easily boy and surrender here ain’t even a choice

My pedigree way too evolved
One verse, my advice to all y’all
All these SNY’s get out and wanna talk
You’ll get bitch slapped boy don’t even try

It’s on sight when I see you, and trust me I ain’t gonna wanna be you
You want these hands, well come and em, in the middle of the street go and hit up
It’s on sight when I see you, and trust me I ain’t gonna wanna be you
I’mma jump off the whip and I’mma let off, make sure these hollow tips blow yo head off

(It’s on sight)
(Bitch made motha’fucker)

Call the little homies, tell them meet me on Imperial and
I’m sick and tired of these little half steppers
When you see em, take flight ask no questions
You turned Christian, boy, once you hit the yard
Rolled it up, banging Deuce 5, acting hard
Back to the hood thinking that it’s alright
Posted up taking pictures throwing up the gang signs
Fucking bozos fucked around and hit his head
Imma have the homies put they foot up yo ass

Quick reminder you ain’t welcome round here
Same way your weenie ass wasn’t welcome on the tier
Same way you told the jura you was scared
Same way don’t throw my neighborhood in the air

Fuckin’ coward woofing up behind a cell acting turnt up little buster funny as hell
Bitches don’t even wanna be seen hanging with you
Hit a nerve cause you know what I’m saying is the truth
Got no morals, claiming you’re a fucking cholo, just admit already you a fuckin homo

Get the fuck outta here with that nonsense
We still here while your mark ass is past tense
An embarrassment to this gang bang boogie
Look in the mirror all you see is a phony

It’s on sight when I see you, and trust me I ain’t gonna wanna be you
You want these hands, well come and em, in the middle of the street go and hit up
It’s on sight when I see you, and trust me I ain’t gonna wanna be you
I’mma jump off the whip and I’mma let off, make sure these hollow tips blow yo head off