It's crazy a bitch nigga snitched, I thought we was better than that, better than that
I seen niggas goin' to hell, them boys wasn't wrappin' the, wrappin' the sack
I seen niggas go in that jail when they wasn't wrappin' the sack, bitch
Mob, run that bitch, uh, uh, I saw a
Uh, uh
I saw a street nigga fold, I thought he was better than that (Better than that)
Got opp nigga callin' my phone, I'm ridin' 'round catchin' a nat (I want the bitch neck)
And I know you niggas be goin' to jail, not reppin' the set (They ain't reppin' the set)
I'm cut from a whole different cloth, I never could fuck with a rat (These niggas be rats)
I kidnap an opp-ass nigga, then torture his ass with a bat, uh (I smash in his head with a bat)
Bangin' like I'm in a gang, kill a nigga for some rep (I need my fuckin' respect)
I do what I do, Houdini the work, make this shit go poof
We run in your house, where the fuck is the loot?
He don't give it up, we gon' hit him with twenty-two
(My angel a gangster, that shit livin' through me)
Opps sayin' they got drop on the spot
We pushin' up on 'em soon as they get back
I'm hittin', they hurdlin' like they in track
Niggas be shootin', but whole time hot
Hah, cap-ass nigga
I'm a I get you got-ass nigga
Pack up the dope, throw the boot to the white bitches
Ain't nobody with me 'cause Savage don't like niggas
I give you convo, but I can't fuck with you
I check niggas' temperatures, seein' what's up with 'em
You get you some money, you might got cut niggas
Uh, niggas be sneaky, you know that shit risky
I see through the shit if a nigga act fishy
Big Glock on my hip, point it right to his biscuit
He made a choice, one stupid decision
And the side of his top got blew through the window
Think we goin' out sad and I'ma start spinnin'
Any car Wop ridin' in gotta be tinted
Niggas be killin' for names, tellin' everybody they did it
Nobody know 'bout the times I hit shit
If I'm in the car, then you go hear some big shit
I'm makin' fake pages, tryna trick shit
I came out the cut, he thought it was trick, bitch
He sayin' shit, but he don't know the definition
Young nigga dumb, youngin don't listen
Tell a nigga like me come fishin'
Get up on him, put some holes in him for him slippin'
Now your hood got put you to rest
Shit real smoke, we ain't doin' no messages
I bought a crate full of Dracs from a Mexican
Spankin' and swappin', bitch, we just finessin'
That bitch ate my nut like she drinkin' a beverage
Nobody know why she ate, I don't tell it
Bitch wrote a book and ended up on Ellen
One on the one, that's what I'm sellin'
'Bout to go get a license to tote on that weapon
I hope a nigga don't come try to test it
I'm a young nigga with a lot of revenue
Hit the pot and throw my junkie the residue
You can move how you want, but you gotta stay cool
Stay tight and be smart, you can't let niggas fool you
If you give a bitch somethin', she might try use you
I ain't talkin' 'bout all, but that's what they usually do
That bitch got the sauce, ooh
Wop can't fuck her, that bitch ran-through
Bitch, how you fuck all of them dudes?
When I got the word what you do, it fucked up my mood
I saw a street nigga fold, I thought he was better than that (Better than that)
Got opp nigga callin' my phone, I'm ridin' 'round catchin' a nat (I want the bitch neck)
And I know you niggas be goin' to jail, not reppin' the set (They ain't reppin' the set)
I'm cut from a whole different cloth, I never could fuck with a rat (These niggas be rats)
I kidnap an opp-ass nigga, then torture his ass with a bat, uh (I smash in his head with a bat)
Bangin' like I'm in a gang, kill a nigga for some rep (I need my fuckin' respect)
I do what I do, Houdini the work, make this shit go poof
We run in your house, where the fuck is the loot?
He don't give it up, we gon' hit him with twenty-two
(My angel a gangster, that shit livin' through me)
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