[Chorus]
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, or the other word that's similar
We gon' kill you, then it's RIP
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, we gon' kill you, then it's RIP

[Verse 1]
I've had enough of the crits, at the gyms getting ripped
Bitch you know nothing, nothing is too hard
We spreading the lard, with the yellow, the card
Beedle and Bard, the needle is hard
Say goodbye, you got fraud, falling off like Maude
Fuck a bitch, then we bored, when we pray to the Lord
Then we flawed, we matured
Got the cords, and the whores
That's the shit you can't ignore
Homeless, bitch we poor
We can't take it anymore
Learn from me, never fuck with the law
If I take anymore, then aboard
Then I turn into a drink
I am random with my kinks
Rolling round like a rink
We shipping, then we sink
Met yo girl, yeah we linked
Then we fucked, 'caused a ruck'
I think she likes my fucking duck
[Chorus]
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, or the other word that's similar
We gon' kill you, then it's RIP
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, we gon' kill you, then it's RIP

[Post-Chorus]
Hocus pocus, we made you focus
Now the chain will choke us
The cops revoked us
The drink is potent
Sugar, it will coat us
Hocus pocus, we made you focus
Now the chain will choke us
The cops revoked us
The drink is potent
Sugar, it will coat us
[Verse 2]
The lightning is striking
We Vikings, you biking
You hiking, you piping
I'm right in, I'm writing
Then next thing you know, we fighting!
Got pills in the zone, I'm ill when I'm alone
Then I'm parking on the throne
But you're barking on your phone! (You sissies!)
Life was a must, not a choice
I rejoice your choice
Moving to the music like Cameron Boyce
They don't listen when I'm making a point
I think it's nothing but mean
But they still rolling their joints
Do the slide like Billie Jean
Iron that bitch like some jeans
They don't know what I mean
You a bean, we a team
I'm machine, you sip lean
But you still, call me fiend! (Ha-Rah!)
Life was hard living imitated everyday
Teachers hit the kids so that they could their way
But I still get hate, and at this rate
I just wanna quit, everybody wants me to fucking suck a dick
Whilst you go off to fucking 'Fuck a bitch'
Luck is rich, you use it
For your miss, fuck off bitch!
[Chorus]
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, or the other word that's similar
We gon' kill you, then it's RIP
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, we gon' kill you, then it's RIP

[Post-Chorus]
Hocus pocus, we made you focus
Now the chain will choke us
The cops revoked us
The drink is potent
Sugar, it will coat us
Hocus pocus, we made you focus
Now the chain will choke us
The cops revoked us
The drink is potent
Sugar, it will coat us

[Outro]
Days at the crib, Bloods or the Crips
The ice and the drip, my man's doing flips
Then we take off with your chick
Our days was getting lit
Studio, making hits, fam you is really shit
Not even just a bit, you never get the tits
Or the fucking kit, or the other word that's similar
You killing fucks?
Don't fuck with us
'Cause we gon' kill you and your grave says "RIP"