[Verse 1: Suspect OTB]
Real n***as fuck with us and we don't care if you don't
N***a at the pot with yola, tryna turn it to stone
Hollow tips pierce your skin and start cracking them bones
Shoulda kept the same energy that you had on the phone
Now you got all these tubes in you tryna bring you back
Some holes in you that they can't sew back
Some gangster shit, what you know about that?
N***a this some gangster shit, what you know about that?
And these n***as ain't bout it
Staring at my whip till a n***a reroute it
We back it and out him
Fucking with gorillas man, my n***as really out here
Sun up to sundown
Wooly hood, gun town
Walk up and tump it
No drive-by's n***a, this ain't Compton
All these jewels on