[Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60's, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I'm this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin', yeah
Don't know me
Oh, no, no
Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die
I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers this what I'm gon' reply (This is the sound)
That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss 'bout my big brother
He made a diss like "Damn, who died?"
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die
They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can't let the shit slide
Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized
They gon' call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain't supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don't talk on them phones
I'ma put three holes on yo' dome
Timmy run down the street wit' a Glock in his hand
Like lil' kid this is what I'm on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit' that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I'm steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo' lil' brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don't get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let's go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio's
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin' on the 'Gram, you let off shots then make a post
Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die
I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers this what I'm gon' reply (This is the sound)
That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss 'bout my big brother
He made a diss like "Damn, who died?"
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die
They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can't let the shit slide
Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized
If you love me or you love me not, I'ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I'm tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I'm a savage
Broke ass nigga
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