Hey, feeling good (grab the blower)
Wanna kill some shit
(Yeah, we goin' up with this one)
Yeah, fuck a bitch, fuck her man and his click
Ain't nobody worried bout them threats you spilled
Drop out rappers tryna hide who they is
You can lie to the gram, but your name on that list
Your homies getting smashed for that shit you did
You out in foreign lands tryna hide from the shit
I'm in a big body, trying to kill somebody
She sent shotgun, like fuck my baby daddy
Got custom grills but can't pay no bills
Still reaching for a bank, can't get no deal
This shit real, give a fuck how you feel
Was a savage on the gram, til it got him killed
Got a pistol in the bag, that's just how I feel
Dry sunshine, he playing music from the 90's
Drop a nice bag, just get into that time piece (come on)
Lil bitch I'm that guy
Stay southern fly, throw my set up in the sky
It's a blue bandana and we rep that south side
Fuck the enemigos, I'm a shoot til they die
You gon' see me rob before I ever apologize
I know that it's hard just to keep up with groceries
Banging on the gram to your stupid lil fans
He ain't getting back all them chains he had
Driving up north and he lookin' for his dad
49er fans got 'em acting like a fag
Chito shook his ass, and he saying he a rat
Gave up the location, so they caught him with the strap
Braging bout the numbers, now it's looking like a crash
King Lil G had him running from a slap
Loving on a stripper, homies nutted on her ass
Word is VLoko saying he ain't gon' hold you
They ran him out of Whittier, but I guess he support you
Tryna flip that switch, but that light gon' stay on you
Baby G Face can't help you with some plays
But wait, I'm really telling on that case
Trying to change his look with that beard on his face
You a PC homie, better stay in your place
Worry bout his kids, better worry bout them tapes
That boy an informant, he think he important
Put down that bag, we all know what you snortin
Fuck a duce-fiver and all his dead homies
(Yeah and all his dead homies)
Lil bitch, hey, it's New Pick
Big gun, big clip
Know what it is dog
Fuck all you muthafuckers dog
We got our bread bitch
Let's go, Mr. Blue Rag
Fuck the other side, fuck a duce-five
