Man, STG, you feel me? You know how we comin'
Play that shit
That shit bigger than the 3, though
Yeah, the fuck? Uh
Humble as it get, can't no nigga get shit past us
Our shit bigger than 3, this right here might be my last hook
Player with the Drac', pull some shit that he'll never pull
They saw a nigga go low, but I'm the nigga that still block the hood
Went tit-for-tat with niggas, none of them niggas never thought they stood
I know how my guys move, backdoor, they do bogus moves
Crooked West and Second, zero-one, that's the fastest through it
I don't know how many niggas gettin' hit with this switch, fifteen and half'll do it
Shell catcher on the chopper from the hundred-round just to catch all my bullets
You niggas ain't gettin' money, you niggas just fuckin' goofies
Livin' out my closet, fuckin' bitches, how I'm livin' now
Ridin' fast cars with my shirt off, wear my jewelry now
Showin' my nigga different places, how we move in situations
It's a different movement, we some bosses, we get different payments
Black truck, yeah, that be my approach, six bullets trail behind
Two hundred or I ain't ridin', you know them 'Cats in line
Certified blocker, I ain't been to the trenches in 'bout four months
I hang around niggas that pull moves and love doin' stunts
Crook better than Slime any day, this a bogus run
Yeah, only way that I'm buyin' chains when lil' bruh them creepin' and huntin'
Trollin', name a nigga played up on my block that we ain't smokin'
My lil' one call the hood, he said ten'll get him straight (Get him right)
He wan' see his mama smile and his sister ain't even ate (She starvin')
He remember backyard days, run through fences, jumpin' gates (Jumpin' on crates)
Remember high-speed race, nigga, fuck 12, get away
(Fuck your block, nigga, spin your shit, return, spin your shit)
Triple cross on Crook, hope you never thought you would get off
I'm the one that's doin' the slushy, King Crook, I get off
Ran through four-twenty this summer, add it up and do your ticket
And I ran off on some plugs for taxin', they P's low, SG, nigga
Humble as it get, can't no nigga get shit past us
Our shit bigger than 3, this right here might be my last hook
Player with the Drac', pull some shit that he'll never pull
They saw a nigga go low, but I'm the nigga that still block the hood
Went tit-for-tat with niggas, none of them niggas never thought they stood
I know how my guys move, backdoor, they do bogus moves
Crooked West and Second, zero-one, that's the fastest through it
I don't know how many niggas gettin' hit with this switch, fifteen and half'll do it
Shell catcher on the chopper from the hundred-round just to catch all my bullets
You niggas ain't gettin' money, you niggas just fuckin' goofies
Livin' out my closet, fuckin' bitches, how I'm livin' now
Ridin' fast cars with my shirt off, wear my jewelry now
Showin' my nigga different places, how we move in situations
It's a different movement, we some bosses, we get different payments
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