Aye
(Huh)
You know what the fuck going on nigga
Kel
Yeah, Talk down then walk down
You know what I'm talm' bout'
They said them boys bring them guns out
Told lil' bro to calm down
(Ah) But they still gon' hit
(Ah) That I cannot fix
(Ah) And we cannot miss
(Ah) Must be lucky
And these boys be mad
Just because they bitches wanna fuck me
Boy you goin' out sad
That's the reason you be tryna' duck me
But I keep a hitta, (Yeah)
He gon' hit your liver, (Aye)
I'ma hit yo' top, (Yeah)
Watch yo' body drop, (Yeah)
I won't call the cops, (Uh)
They gon' have to find you, (Yeah)
Call me Barbershop
The way I gave him a lineup, (Yeah)
Free my nigga ROCC, (Uh)
Do I need remind ya'?
They like, them boys need to stop
They be gettin' all the crime up (Ahh)
(Yeah) I just wanna be paid,
(Aye) Fuck you knowin' my name,
(Yeah) Come just how I came
(Aye) But I got that thang
(Yeah) On me, (What?) 4 blicks, (Yeah) 4 Deep, (Yeah) You know this
You know me
You ain't on shit, you a phony
Yeah, I hit a home run
But I'm not a striker
I know you not on one
Cause yo' gang don't like ya'
Whole gang slidin' (Uhh)
Whole gang ridin' (Haa)
But you already know, that my side don't do no dyin'