I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streetsSki mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheatTo stay ahead in this bitch-ard (gang), drank syrup like it's liquorStreet life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)Sticker, AK-40 to your liverLet the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnastMade so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcherAin't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' RaptorNo capper, street nigga, not a rapperChopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapperSmith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend (yeah)Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)
YeahI heard Papi outsideAnd he got the double-R droppy outsideChecked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outsideI'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherfuckin' fliesType of nigga that can't look me in the eyesI despiseWhen I see you, better put that fuckin' pride to the sideMany times, plenty times, I survivedBeef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies
Keep blickies, and you know the weed stickyMy finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeysYour shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss meI come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sixties
I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and herI hit up err and tell him do the err, for sureVoodoo curse, it got him while I flew to TurksKnow the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)Gang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm on
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang'Til his brains hang and his mama sangAnd the pastor sang and them bullets sangAnd them choppers sang and the choir sang
I'm on everythingJacob charged me 450 for a tennis chainUS Open, had it on us at the tennis gameTell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish gamesAnd my pen insane, and my men insaneThere's like 80 of us now, that's the scary thingShit they doin' on that other side embarrassingWe in Paris with it, hundred carats with itAll this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot youGangMetro
Gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah