Huh? Ryte
Gangsta, Rubirosa
On blood nem, huh
Huh, (A Lau on the beat)
Yeah
If he play, then we goin' viral (Gang)
We spin through his block, spiral (Huh?)
Nigga, I ain't the one to lie to (Nah)
You with your mans, then he die too (What?)
We gonna shoot up his Nissan (Yeah)
I'm on whatever that he's on
In the field, my gun showin'
I told that bitch, she ain't done blowin' (Huh?)
My chains like the Sun, glowin'
I told my youngin' have fun, smoke him (Bew)
Beat a rapper, and put him on Akademiks
We got Glocks, and MAC-11s
I see a opp, it get hectic (Yeah)
My bitch, she feelin' neglected (What?)
I'm in the field, athletic
We make a movie, direct it (Yeah)
He got a gun, but don't use it (Huh?)
Beat up the pot, abuse it (Ryte)
I got a rocket, Houston
We leave a opp with bruises (Yeah)
You know the sticks, they stick with me
Want beef, then I got them dicks with me (Aye)
All the bitches, they tryna get pics with me
Get shot, just for dissin' me (Huh?)
Man you bitches ugly, Betty (Yeah)
I still probably fuck, to be petty (Ryte)
VVS wet, sweaty
Play with the gang, this shit gettin' deadly (Gangsta)
She like, "ABG cold as ice" (Yeah)
My lil' niggas sluts, they blow them pipes
No, I ain't told them twice (Nah)
You playin' with us, is like rollin' dice
He tryna fight on the 'Gram
For me, it's on sight for the man
Damn, ryte, we turn that boy to a sprinter (Huh?)
Heat up his block, in the winter (Yeah)
I'm playin' with sticks, so I got a splinter
Huh? Yeah (Gangsta)
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