Arab gang
Fuck you talking bout
Bitch ass nigga on Allah grave
(Arab, pa)
Motherfuckers ain't going to talk to me any type of way
(Gang, gang)
These niggas always talking, but they never be outside
We going to catch you on that lie, bet these hollows finna glide
I seen KK coming out the store, I knew that boy was high
Look what you all did, man now that nigga in the sky
You not gang, kick rocks, don't end up inside a box
We shot yo homie out his socks, Arab, they know how we rock
Heard your hoe just sent the drop, know I'm sliding with the mop
Cut em up, no need to crop, all yo' homies can get popped
Listen to me nigga, when I tell you, you a hoe
Not a twin, it's Lil Arab, know that I can't go
Got the most inside this gun niggas know I do the most
Since he wanna get high we gon turn him to a ghost
(Haha)
Your hoe is a busser, like a gun I'm finna stuff her
Really ima crazy motherfucker, and a gun buster
New hoe, cannot trust her, really I just wanna fuck her
Got a Nina, finna tuck her
Heard they plotting on my duffa
When I pop out the cut, all I see is niggas running
They probably heard I keep a hundred
Yes, I always keep gunning
Nigga sweeter then some honey, yeah i'm all about the money
Next gen hit his face and now his fucking nose runny
When it's in the situation niggas faster then some bunny's
Really all y'all niggas junkies know y'all l heard the Mac chunky
My gun fat, hold a stack and it wet yo back
Talk on Allah grave, I hit you up and turn you black
Shouts out the Mac, they wet his back and give him heart attack
We got the bars for my homie, now we on the track
Don't got a paintball gun, but nigga you can get splat
Ain't talking standing ovation, but you can get clapped
Ain't talking Whack-a-Mole but nigga you can get whacked
Hit his ass up fall down the hill, call him Jill and Jack
And I ain't talking water gun, we gon' wet his back
029 we some Arab's no we don't lack