Blood up in my lungs
Dont even hit me up cuz you actin like a slut
One up in the chamber gun against my head
These hating ass n***as hope I'm mothafuckin' dead
Turn up at the Embassy, bottles of the Hennessy
Everyone’s an enemy and im collapsing mentally
I'm tarnishing my legacy
Dick in her backbone, going through that pregnancy, bitch
Smashing on the gas, I'm going way too fast
Yeah I can't see the road, the mothauckin' car crashed
I'm screaming and bleeding taking shots
Running from the cops
Seizure psychosis, throwing myself in the ocean
Go through the motions
Mothafuckin' bitch
San Bruno dealers wanna fight
45 cal bullets, end your fuckin' life
You think you so hard but you just on the hype
I be shooting you on sight in the middle of the night
Boy you ain't from the streets
Got your bitch up in my sheets
Raw lean mothafuckin' rockstar jeans
Sippin' green tea on San Diego Avenue
Just across the street and these n***as giving attitude
Liquor store Mickey's, dont be running through my city
Comin over here and I be blowin straight 50’s
San Bruno broke boys on that turf war shit we posted in in the trap
Listen for the brakes on that blue Crown Vic waitin' til we bust a cap
Hear the mothafucka squeak, we gonna hit em back
Middle finger trigger up, ya fuck the other side
Sus n***a switching up but he be telling lies
Roaring down the freeway, I'm just swerving through the lanes
Drive by shooters in the back, no time to test my aim
This broke boy dealer shorted me, no time to play these games
Cans of Modelo and these Backwood blunts
All these sus n***as, they be coming through the front
Now you wanna come through and hang out
You better get the fuck away from me my 50 bang loud
Can't keep my dick in my pants but I need to take a shit
She call me Chris Brown cause I swing my fist at a mothafuckin' bitch
Yeah, Hector Garay Junior the Third just spit on this track
Wrist so heavy and I'm drippin VVS
Really wanna know who the fuck is coming next
My boy Hector coming straight from the trench