Yeah, fuck it man, fuck it
Show these niggas how it's done
When it comes to a bitch,
And as I stash the thing thing
my respect and bling bling
And niggas wanna wild off the ping ping down with some slugs,
Same type of shit with Kennedy,
got slain, but you's a coward
and there won't be shit in your name
No airport, schools, or streets,
just a long kiss, goodnight,
insane with your movement
anybody that you cool with
Niggas ain't wanna listen
You see us, we young old timers,
You know we built you nig gas,
Similar to how I shape my bitches,
We rub off on people like that,
You couldn't handle the drama,
from these slugs that blow
You better keep 9 -1 -1 on speed dial,
nigga 3 the real, 4 -1 -1 on P,
I'm gangsta, I body something,
It'll change your whole world,
And I got so much love to give
But it's war with the other families, fuck it
and settle that difference
Yeah, and that's simply how
You know what I'm saying,
for all my gangstas and my gangstases
You know what I'm saying,
all my niggas and all my bitches
I stop your glory and pop that kid,
we come through back the back
with the neon lights behind the rims
plus the derringers got the beams on it
you niggas get slaughtered