Lyrics:

Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon` bang on `em
Leeky in the backseat with that chopper, we gon` swang on `em
And all my drawers be Ralph LaurenTwenty-three shots to his car, Michael Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
This be the fast nigga, gang
My gang or no gang, yeah
Tell me what`s the problem, we can handle that
Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I guarantee they cancel that
Hah, I guarantee they cancel that
Quando Rondo nigga
Leeky told me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest
Don`t put your trust up in these bitches, put `em in the bullets
I told my brother Light that this that life before fame
I could do a hundred years and I still won`t change
These other niggas in the streets, they just tryna make a name
He don`t want that beef with me `cause I`ma hit him with the flames
Murder on my mind, he must not heard my last song
I was locked up in that cell, Re had twenty-three a song
He ain`t `bout that lifestyle that he puttin` in them songs
I`m ridin` for my niggas, I told `em that`s right or wrong
Ray Bans, this shit just don`t seem right
All my niggas chase bands, we uppin` at the green light
Tell me what it be and we gon` slide on `em
Hop out on that street and put that fire on `em
We gon` ride on `em, nigga we gon` slide on `em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him
Quit all that flexin`, nigga know he ain`t with it
Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
Quit all that flexin`, nigga know he ain`t ridin`
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin`
Glock-21, I`ma up seventeen times
Glock-21, I`ma up seventeen times, yeah
I made it off my block, I feel I graduated
I just got a pistol for Christmas, but don`t get decorated
Never sober, always faded, feelin` that I`m overrated
Mama told me just like this, you know you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin`, that`s gon` make me pull up
Hollow tips filled to the tip, yeah my clip filled up
Pressure hit, I`ma roll this kush up
Sixty gang crip and I`ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah
He say got them bands, well we got them racks too
Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer than a Shaq shoe
You exposed `cause your bro, he a rat too
If I swang your avenue I`ma slide cross them tracks too
Tell me what it be and we gon` slide on `em
Hop out on that street and put that fire on `em
We gon` ride on `em, nigga we gon` slide on `em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four five on him
Stop all that flexin`, nigga know he ain`t with it
Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
Stop all that flexin`, nigga know he ain`t ridin`
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin`
Glock-21, I`ma up seventeen times
Glock-21, I`ma up seventeen times, yea
Yop another bean, I`m finna crash out
I`ma sip this lean until it make a nigga pass out
Internet thuggin` ain`t gon` do shit but make me spazz out
I can get your gang gang gone if we cash out
My whole campaign strong like a bag of loud
Once that beef on, pussy nigga ain`t no backin` out
On your street, we gon` creep with that ratchet out
On your street, we gon` creep with that ratchet out
One in the head, leave you dead by the stop sign
Pop out the window with extendos then this Glock nine
High speed chase, runnin` from two different cars
Beefin` with two different sides, swangin` on two different blocks
Aimin` at two different guys, uppin` with two different Glocks
Bitch I`m uppin` with two different Glocks, yeah
Bitch I`m uppin` with two different Glocks,
grrah stop all that flexin`, nigga know he ain`t with it
Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
Stop all that flexin`, nigga know he ain`t ridin`
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin`
Glock-21, I`ma up seventeen times
Glock-21, I`ma up seventeen times, yeah