Squad, hmm
SMO, huh
Hmm, hmm
It's the Eastside Ape
SMO, ayy
Hmm, SMO, ayy
Ayy, huh
I talked to Jig, talked to Rick, free the guys, yeah
Bitch, don't be surprised if you see 'em with me slidin', hmm
JJ'll smoke 'em, down to ride and throw them fives
Nigga, if you play with Boskey, say no more, you 'bout to die, hmm
DT and Mari way richer than you other niggas
We ain't come to party, we just came to fuck a couple bitches
We'll get it started, up the straps and get to bustin' niggas
I got Steez with me, he look like he ain't my bodyguard
He gon' pull a bitch, then pull a clip if niggas actin' hard
He a ho, pull his card, chase him to the boulevard
Windows tinted on my car, roll 'em down and flip his car
Bitch, I'm Blood, flip his bar, you see how I flipped that bar?
You see how I flipped that brick of clean, know that bitch was raw
She know I'ma lick it if it's clean, I might hit it raw
Traphouse lookin' like a kennel, come and get some dog
We'll put a nigga in the 'spital, better get your dog
Niggas talk brazy on the song, but never in person
Nigga, what you want? How you playin' it? Niggas be purpin'
Bitch, I be outside, not on Live, I'm tryna get to it
Always rap about punchin' niggas in they shit 'cause they know I'll do it
I be in the stores, hittin' hoes, nigga, all that shit
Fat asked me what's good, tell that nigga can't call that shit
Still hit Eastland with my mans like I ain't dogshit rich
Drop a couple bands, yeah, we'll sign, give me all that shit
Haircut in the basement by Fresh, he like, "Dog, you lit"
Try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks
Smoke whoever you with, on the set, fuck all them niggas
Nigga, fuck all that shit, ain't no nigga gettin' off on gang gang
Big Ape, big pape', make your BM choo-choo train-train
Big Drac', mixtape, drop that bitch and I see brain stains
Bitch got her frame banged, nigga got his name made
Sock a pussy nigga in his mouth, what he say? Huh
What he say? Huh, hmm, what's up, OG?
I can see an opp nigga bitch and make her fuck on me
But I'd rather put her in the blender for some company
Bitch, I'd rather put her in the blender for some bompany
Huh, that's what type of time I'm on, I ain't switchin' it
It's a bunch of hams 'round this bitch and I ain't feelin' it
Nigga don't wanna throw no hands with me, I'll split his shit
I can't hit no bitch, but I'll stomp a stud
My side-bitch TLC, she don't fuck with scrubs
I ain't got no side-bitch, just fucked you, uh
I be sayin' what I wanna, I ran it up
'Nother hundred thousand every time I spark a blunt
Bitch, I'll spark a 'Wood and make a ten ball
Walk up in your club thirty minutes, then I dip off
And I'm linked in through your hood, bitch, I'm big dog
The real niggas run me to the bity, can't get ripped off
Haha, hmm, when they gon' learn somethin'?
You know I brung extra yops, Skuba earned somethin', huh
One on JoJo, one on Jacques, they gon' burn somethin', huh
One on Stewie, one on Stack, they gon' murk somethin', huh
I'll break a bitch back, made her twerk somethin', huh
Million-dollar Scatpack, bet he swerve somethin', yeah
Free Blow, he know I been sippin' syrup for him, huh
Me and Smoke got a pint up in our styrofoams
Me and Skilla hit the same bitch, cut her off
Cheekadeek only seventeen, had them bitches lost
My Uncle Tracy, he gon' kill you if you touch me
That's why I don't never let him come in public
He be done bust a motherfucker if you bump me
Hmm, ayy, ayy, huh
He be done bust a motherfucker if you bump me
Same result with the rest of my brothers
We'll be done bust a motherfucker if you bump us
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Same result with the rest of my brothers
Be done bust a motherfucker if you, ayy, duh
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