[Intro]
Look, Its Lefty Gunplay
It's the famous gang banger and RJ
In the same muthafucken building man
(Face of LA baby) gang gang

[Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay]
I'm frustrated thinkin' bout you in my fucken cell
Know you getting sick and tired of me going to jail
Definitely say she pregnant, I'm fine now
I line it up with my enemies in the holding cell
I'm pressing Kings Have Arrived cause I'm from Bolen for real
And if the rap shit don't work out for me, I'm in the field
I'm the back making sacks like I'm in the NFL
I'm in the back of the range and aiming for the kill
Sipping Jack Daniel's praying on mysеlf [?]
My trigger finger impatiently waiting for thе drill
My boy sitting in them cages, they gave him life for real
9 millimeter the original baby gangster steel
Fly hitter that muthafucka making a mill
I get the chills everytime I think of the way he yelled
I said if I get a deal then I'm moving out for real
[?] mack in the field
Shootout like navy seals
I like the way she make me feel
I like the way she ride
I like the faces she make whenever I'm up inside
I'm trying to change my ways for the better and do you right
Bitch do you mind if I gang bang, ruining my life
I'm doing life in the penitentiary, like who am I?
They told me death comes in three, who's next in line?
Bitch I just lost my best friend for the second time
Like like look yeah
Bitch I just lost my best friend for the second time
Gang gang gang
[RJ]
Got my grill in, I'm see how this shit sound tho
I got it, don't worry, look

[Verse 2: RJ]
I wonder what that hating shit do to your soul
Mad if you ain't ate off my plate with the same 24
You can look me in my eyes and see what I'm on
The lies can't equal to god, the highs just even with lows
I put asterisks to my plans, put dates to my goals
Get it brackin with my brand, put my gang on
Put like fifty in my mouth, bitch these bars cold
Words like a blizzard, ism dripping off my bones
Shit it ain't nobody ahead of me
Fight for my integrity
Tired of burying all my dogs for this pedigree
Juice and Lefty, lil uzi hefty in my right hand
Mac-90 do a n***a slimey and lie on the stand
Homies back-dooring homies
And front on they fam
That's why these bitches fucking bitches
No honor in man
[?] cypher for the blam, little close to the cam
Love a hoe that's gon' scam
Blowing dope in the lamb
Late nights and a bitty running red lights
Bad bitch rubbing on pipe keep my head right
Playa type
Become exactly what you sayin like
Bitch do you mind if I gang bang on our date night?
County lit they taught me step light I'm certified
Counting dead guys, I got murder in my eyes
Did my dirt on fertilize
Suburban homes got burglarized
So many nights I cried
Lost my best friend for the third time