[G Perico]
Spazzed out, the homie pulled his gat then he blacked out
Clapped out, jumped in this Benz then he smashed out
Crash out, them CAXM card tags out
She always talkin' 'bout these millions, oh, what's that 'bout?
Cash flow, if you ain't got it you go flat broke
You blew all the money, what the fuck you do that for?
Mastro's, want the butter cake and the wagyu
I ain't gotta do it, shit, my lil' niggas'll pack you
[G Perico]
Initiated, got my hood tatted, it's abbreviated
When the homie snitched I was humiliated
My last hoe, baby gave me everything I asked for
But she ran off when I got down to my last dough
I'm up now, everybody so hard to trust now
Dealin' with the hate way more than the love now
A gun's down, squabble with your homie just don't stomp him out
'Cause that's an easy way to get you bust down
Touchdown, try to block my food, all you lunch now
At a function in the hood gettin' drunk now
You on now, that's why these fuck niggas want you gone now
To every real nigga fresh out, welcome home now
[G Perico & Remble]
We gon' keep poppin' champaign, we gon' keep lookin' good
And we gon' stay dangerous
I don't know why you actin' tough over there boy
You know when we was little your momma wouldn't let you hang with us (It's Remble)
[Remble]
That man told and they didn't even offer time yet
I know he snitched and he didn't even drop a dime yet
These people changed, you can watch it on your timin'
A cold snake, I wonder how you haven't died yet
He kept swingin', so I hit him with the sigh instead
Like, silly rabbit, why would you go against my TEC
A bodybuilder, I can see it in your biceps
A streetfighter, you should get rid of that mindset
Take these shells, let it go up the stair
Your homies go to cemeteries, you can follow them there
We shot him out his True Religion, he could squabble a bear
I bring a gun to every fight, I am not squabbling fair
Ruth's Chris after missions, bro, you gotta be player
You shouldn't feel the need to speak if you don't have any paper
How did you let them catch you slippin', bro, you gotta be safer
You tried to give out all those fades and then you ended up Tapered
[ G Perico]
LA, The Bay, New York, Detroit
Miami, Atlanta, New Orleans, Dallas
Portland, Seattle, Phoenix, Alabama
Cleveland, Minnesota, New Jersey, we takin' off
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