Yeah man
Aye these n***as must've forgot n***a
N***a I’m King of these streets n***a
Fuck you talkin' bout n***a
Nawf Dallas Texas n***a, Gangland

Do we got a problem n***a?
What's poppin' fam?
We can do this shit right now
You know how I get down
(Aye how you get down 3)
Beat a n***a blue before I gun him down
Knock his face out of place with this .40
Til' he start jumpin' round
Bitch I’m from Nawf Dallas
Where we put bodies up underground
War ready wit choppas
I might run the play wit Uncle Sam, fuck that
I heard that lil n***a flexin' on Instagram
Cock back, flip that lil n***a til' that bitch hit the ground
What's all the hatin' for?
Cuz we shinin' and gettin' rich as hell
.38, hit him so hard, gave that hoe sickle cell
A couple n***as switched up on mе
I’m glad they did foreal
Cuz look at me
On likе a bitch, watch how I give em hell
They isolate my side of the city
You think we give a damn
This Gangland, Nawfganistan
Shoot til' the pistol jam
.44, Ready to ride on em when they be sleep
Ready to get up and hit up they street
I got killas who willing to do the whole ting
Feel like I’m ready to put on a beam
Go knock off a n***a that feel that I’m weak
I trap with that .30, don’t fuck with lil 3
I won't let a lil n***a get stripes on a G
I’m ready to ride stand up and look in my eyes
Pull up and equip wit that iron
Deep in n***as minds, know that they hate me inside
But No, I won't stop til' I die
Set it off wit that fire
Bet it go BLOCKA BLOCKA
N***a know that I gotcha
I rep for the mafia, team full of hittas
Watch how they chop em up
You thinkin' they stoppin' us (nope)
That is lie, fuck their apology
For thinkin' that these rappers in Dallas was somewhat hot as me
Come shop wit 3
I’m right around the corner where my lil patnas be
I don’t dance but in yo hoe pussy I might just Bobby V
They say that lil n***a too gangsta
He always talkin' street
They say I’m hot head but I just ain't friendly
That’s just how I be
V.I.P full of bad bitches, I’m wit a flock of freaks
And know this, I will beat bitch thinkin' she plottin' on me
My n***as say, fuck all that cappin' lil bitch you got the streets
I told him this, since I start rappin' these n***as think I’m weak
(Foreal n***a, shit man wipe blood off my mudafuckin' gun n***a, I done pistol whip this bitch ass n***a for 25 minutes straight n***a, get the fuck out the spot now n***a, fuck you talkin' bout)

Red bandana round my head like an Indian
This a gangsta party so ain't no getting in, getting it
These hoes say I’m wrong it never fail
I tried to hit the friend
God let me make it home tonight I know they wanna kill me
And everythang a n***a talkin' bout
Just know I really live
And every shooter that you see around me know they really will
Knock a n***a spine outta his back when I say so
N***a I ain't lyin' in none of my raps
You ain't safe hoe
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin bitch ass n***a real talk
Osama3Ladin, n***a