[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Gang!
No Hooks Part 2
Bitch, you know I'm rockin', n***a
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mopstick, bitch
Outwest 290 shit
YSN, Young Street N***a
Gang, gang, gang

[Verse]
Tell that bitch where my scale at
Bitch, I talk that cocaine shit 'cause I sell that
Try and rob me and you make sure you gon' fail that
Hit you with this chopper, clamp yo' ass like a bear trap
Hold on, we gon' rob you for your pounds, we need that
How yo' plug calling crying talking 'bout get my weed back
How yo' bitch calling crying talking 'bout get my weave back
I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that
If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at
Like a perm, put this hot heat where yo head at
In your house where you sleeping? Where yo' bed at?
You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at?
Dope runna, bitch, I drop off packs like I'm Fed-Ex
I caressed her throat, yeah, yo' bitch gave me head sex
Catch you out in traffic, aim this heat at yo' head rest
223 big bullet holes in yo' lil' chest
223 big bullet holes in yo' lil' vest
The ambulance come, I'ma leave they ass a big mess
I hit the mall and I fuck it up, bitch, I'm too fresh
I can't show no love to these hoes 'cause they suspect
Ridin' 'round looking for some opps we could bust at
He said that's his bitch, I didn't know, I been fucked that
I send her on her way, transportation, she get bus pass
I got a new Glock, new opp, new MAC
Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in yo' cool ass
Runnin' out of hiding spots, I'mma need a new stash, aye
You could find me where the freaks at
You could find me in that trap selling blue bags
You could always find me where the streets at
You say you want beef, we gon' make him eat that
You know I'm a dog on a bitch, where yo' leash at?
In Miami ridin' Ferrari, you could find me where the heats at
When it's war time you get toe tagged, homicide
Streets got me traumatized, doors up, butterflys
Boy, you ain't no mothafuckin' killa (Mothafuckin killa)
Boy, you ain't no mothafuckin' hitta (You a bitch)
I remember selling sawbuck rilla to the dopefiends, now they yelling I'm that n***a
You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla
Hit yo' block then we play monkey in the middle
[Outro]
BITCH!
BITCH!
BITCH!
GANG!
GANG!
GANG!
GANG!
No hooks Part 2
Bitch, you know how I'm rockin', n***a
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mopstick, bitch
Aye, aye, aye