He wanna play, he ate, niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried, like chicken and shit, KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crips
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (let's go)

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam, if I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team, just made six-hundred off streams
Just made six-hundred off streams (and we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go

It's crazy, I came here from nothin'
Now I can ride, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother
Your sister, your kids, your bitties
I don't give a fuck who you call a nigga
Can never say I Lil Crix assed out, I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (let's go)
When I'm out in public, that heater tucked
On blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a fuck who you with, I ain't spendin' shit
Cashin' that bag, like all state, burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullet make you sing like Rod Wave, M16 they all spray
New Versaces, all swade
Ten Piguets, they all ways, six thots, they all slay, ayy

They ask me, like, why I don't be social?
Like why I don't be talkin'
I tell they ass "Man, we was the streets," 3Teebie said, "For sure"
You peons don't know what the six-pack is, that's seventy-two ounces
But, gang, let's get it piped up
On gang (gang), let's go

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam, if I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team, just made six-hundred off streams
Just made six-hundred off streams (and we throwin' that bitch to the trap)
Let's go (ayy)

I don't need to cap on no beat, on blood, you payin' for this feat
What I look like payin' for a feat? Now Dre don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush, like a bee, this MAC have you stuck like a tree
Tag be the bitch, straight rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga
You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga
Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see us, it's on sight
Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap on my hip
This get shot on your lip, I'm blowin' shit off the rip (ayy)
Got twenty in this clip, never catch a me in no zip
I can get bag like no chips or flipped in a whip
I'm puttin' crackers on watch, 'cause I keep a gun
This drill shit ain't fun, nigga