[Intro]
(C-Sick) Oh, these n***as ain't gangsters
Stay tryna take my lil' homie off the streets, huh?
Free 'Nine, bitch
We still got real n***as out here (So everybody gangster now, huh?)
Where you from, n***a?
Free the guys, man, you ain't from where we from
I told my n***as we gon' make it, man
It's a fuckin' movement, man
We a fuckin' family, we ain't a gang (Let's get it)
OTF (Squad)

[Verse]
These n***as is bitches, gettin' info from bitches
Go and tell to the piggies
I'm tryna get riches and stay on that business
Free bro, n***as snitchin'
My case almost over, you lucky one pendin'
I put two in his lemon, this four-five a lemon
Extended clip for his n***as and he ain't shit to his n***as
We don't hesitate, from DeDe and BayBay, just know the opps ain't never safe
Load up the Glock and reload the eight
Do a drill on the opp, no clones, I see dots
ACG's, Free the Guys shirt and one pair of rocks
I'm on the block
Hope my tape don't flop and it go gold when it drop
I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies and we riskin' indictment
Just to get flier than a first class ticket, United
300, The riot
Murder, murder, kill, kill, in the jam I'll never squeal
My label only time I deal
I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes, 4's and the n***as under Neal
Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel
Dreamin' 'bout a hundred mill', step on that curb with a hundred pills
Western Union money to bro and them in the cell doin' twenty years
And I lost a couple of these n***as and they ain't never seen twenty years, oh
Bro 'nem died when I was out of town, shit happened I'm not around
Slide through every opp block and we opp shop 'til they not around
What's up with this twitter beef?
Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?
They mad I'm in the winner seat from the summer time 'til winter breeze
And chopper squeeze, bitch go, "brrat, brrat, brrat"
I ain't even gotta rap (Rap, rap), Rex 'nem in the trap (Trap, trap)
One time, no light bulb, bro 'nem gotta lamp (Lamp, lamp)
Where you from? You ain't stamped (Stamped, stamped)
N***as know we the champ (Champ, champ)
Got n***as sneak dissin' in they rap
Make a real n***a gotta spit facts
Got some n***as sayin' keep it only rap
That's how these old n***as stay on the map
Headshot, we ain't gettin' into that
N***as tellin', hands full of pens and pads
Grab a pack, blood bleedin' real bad
Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range or an Audi
Fuck a n***a doubt me
All on my dick when they see me
Knowin' this bitch wanna be me
Hell yeah, you can die over a retweet
I'm grabbin' my pole, no Mimi
I can't see a n***a like Stevie
I won't tell, I'll take me a BG
Let's get it
Gang