[Intro]
N'ahahaha
Aye, n***as hear beats like this and uh automatically think love songs
But uh, what we fin' to do, I'm 'bout to talk about the shit I love, you know what I mean?
This gangsta shit, this street shit, this thug shit, this money shit, this gun shit
You know what I mean?
Aye!

[Verse]
Who shot ya? Shit, probably one of my partners
Got you sitting in them cold rooms talking to do doctors
Detectives, please don't start tellin' like the rest of these n***as
I got bulletproof foreigns and a Tec for these n***as
Flooded ice, get into the chilly
Tryna turn five hundred into five hundred milli-
I'm so into this life that I'd probably never change
I wanna shit on these n***as while I keep getting paid
Tell a bitch, "Fuck off. You fucked up," Rubbing success in her face
I'm handling business, I ain't doing much
Let these n***as know I been buying pistols, I ain't running to n***as
Just hear about me drumming these n***as, ah
I'm a gangster, to me it ain't no limit
You ain't got shit to die for, you shouldn't be livin'
N***a live just to hit the block
You might see me on foot, you might see flying in a new car
Three O's at the end of two hundred, that's the price tag
I risked it all so let me enjoy my bag
I see the looks on these n***as faces
Don't nobody wanna build, n***as just wanna come and claim shit
Fuck the lame shit, one-ten lane switch
Pour out a little 'nac, his brother brains missing
Oh, you losing? I ain't sorry to hear it
If it ain't one of my n***as, then it ain't none of my business
Keep your hands in your own pocket before I get you
N***as swing this chopper and it's gon' flip you
My Goyard belt, only used to hold the pistol
Back in the day, I was the G homie's missile
Now them n***as laugh at my fashion, jeans got a little skinny
I'm a GQ n***a, Ruth Chris, no Denny's
The streets gon' talk when I bust this Lamborghini
[?] and patron, eating chicken panini
N***a, that's mob shit, we drug dealing, pimping, and robbing shit
Now the cops starstruck when they spot a Crip
Man of my word but some words ain't worth keeping
Shit I learned while I was growing up in these streets
Sex, money, and violence, I'm so into this shit
N***a, I love my environment, really living this shit
Yellow tape and cracking safes
Spend a million cash for my n***as that done passed away
I'm so into this
[Bridge]
I really like my life
In these streets I can't
Really explain it
I'll never be through
I really like my life
In these streets I can't
Really explain it
I'll never be through

[Outro]
Hahahaha
G Perico, n***a!
Shit Don't Stop, All Blue, 2 Tha Left
You know what I'm talking about?
I love my life in the streets, n***a
We don't do love songs, you know what I mean?
We loving motherfucking streets, we loving this money, we loving these fast cars
We loving the violence, might sound crazy, right?
Hahaha
Shit don't stop, man, shit won't quit
And we just fucking around, you know what I mean?
Never ever quit
Never could, never would, bitch
G Perico
Just warming up
Probably 'bout drop another project soon, I don't know
Shit ready
Just throw it out one of these days, got a few ready
We gon' fuck 'em over, 2018
And you know what my favorite thing is? Fuck y'all!
Hahahaha
And that's not to the motherfuckers that really fuck with me, that's to the motherfuckers that act like they fuck with me
You know what mean, but when I leave, you what I'm sayin', you talking big shit about me
Yeah, fuck you
Now you ain't gotta like me, I ain't gotta like you but you gon' respect it, you know what I mean
I'm so into these streets so I don't know nothing else
Probably don't wanna know nothing else
I'mma get rich though, I'mma go move somewhere big and fat as a motherfucker but, you know, I'll be around
But uh, back to hating ass n***as
You know what I'm saying, and you bitch ass, bum ass n***as!
Man, fuck y'all!
N***a, I'm so into this gangsta shit
Shit don't stop, baby
Aye!
Hahahaha