[Verse: Blu & Donel Smokes]
Peep, listen
The sky cloudy, is it me or the cheeba?
What's this n***a vibe? Ugly, a no-brainer
No breather where I'm from
It don't take shine to recognize the sun
I let 'em slide
Shot in the ride when he flashed the gun
And that's a no-no
Don't show it if you ain't gon' shoot it
A fake thug to these streets
I see he's newly recruited
Young and stupid
My homie lost his life doin' the same thang
Rules from the hood whether or not you gangbang
You dig?
Uh, and I know because I know 'em
N***as used to run with young kids, stealin' clothin'
Now we in the open, got 'em in the scope
But I'm not tryna pop, I'm tryna knock his mouth open
N***as talkin' so much shit already
N***a sold all my jewels and he counted all the fetti
What a slick motherfucker, can't be fake, get touched up
If I shoot 'em in the foot, you down to tape him up?
Yo, what?
You know me, I'm with the business
One scene, final cut
Well I'd rather kill him after we could actually fuck him up
Fuckin' bastard out here thinkin' he could come up on my what?
Don't trip, I got the blip
No glory, no guts
Aight, cool, everybody got the tools
And I know it's two dudes in a house so we should be cool
Wait, wait, wait, I don't mean to be cruel
I'm just tryna teach the fool
Learn him a lesson so neither one of us gotta lose
I don't give a fuck, homie, pull a gun on me
Better kill me, and that's on me, that n***a killed, B
Scopin' on me the whole time at the party
I thought he was a faggot, four-fives gon' let 'em have it
The homies finna ambush as soon as he pass the bush
Push him in the crib, shoot him in the hip with the clip
Get the tape, get the cake, n***a, don't forget the cake
Not to mention, ask the n***a for the safe then unlock the safe
Okay, okay, word, word, word
Now one was already done, let's divvy up the funds
Break bread, necessary heads and homies on the run
Two mill' plus X amount of everything illegal
Let another n***a trip, shit, I'm waitin' for the sequel