Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner
I'm not in my car, I'm in the rental (Aye)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (Aye)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (Aye)
He ain't know what goin' on (Aye)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (Aye)
If he don't leave me alone
I'ma have to get him gone
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missed a chromosome (Aye)
We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home
Don't run from this ass whoopin'
And if he run I grab my gun
And shoot him in his back or some
I know he's dead, he's not shakin'
Police call me, beat that case
Before I eat, I say my grace
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape
You know that I can't change my ways
Ayy, I'm a Crip
Blunt in my finger
Catch me a rapper, turn him to a singer
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seent him
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
In the trap fool, with the sack fool, sellin' dog food
Hit the bitch cause a nigga seen the law fool
Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude
I ain't finna fight no man, I'm a small dude
We was them niggas trappin' with them K's
The difference between me and you, bitch I'm paid
Hit the bitch 'cause a nigga seen the law fool
If he send a diss, then he gon' die today
Hate that bitch just to give me the drop
I'ma trade him a Draco for another Glock
Little do he know that Choppa dirty as a mop
Man I needed me some shoes cause I ran from the narcs
Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner
I'm not in my car, I'm in the rental
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her
He ain't know what goin' on
We ain't talkin' on the phones
If he don't leave me alone
I'ma have to get him gone
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missed a chromosome
We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home
Don't run from his ass whoopin'
And if he run I grab my gun
And shoot him in his back or some
I know he's dead, he's not shakin'
Police call me, beat that case
Before I eat, I say my grace
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape
You know that I can't change my ways
Can't change my ways for a bitch nigga
You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga
And where I'm from, keep a stick nigga
And keep you a mask when you stick niggas
And keep you a glove when you blick niggas
I don't pop shit, I pop gun triggers
I'm the KKK cause I keep killin' niggas
I don't care where you at, we gon' finish niggas
Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake
Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape
Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it
Tell his momma that I did it, better get your baby
White boy in the cut with the guns little baby
White boy in the with the bomb in the cut turn grape
I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to taze
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