I don't need no handouts,
cause I'm my own shooter
I don't call all black,
all black,
fact,
real,
stay troopin'
Keep it on, you better not be stupid
Dolce's on my feet,
I still kick him if he actin' smart
Bang, huh, you say you active, got a name, huh
Word around the set,
you really do it for the gang,
huh
You that little nigga by the park that keep that thing talkin'
Happy when it's crackin',
niggas love to see that thing
But it's necessary,
you can hang with us if niggas actin' scary
Bust the top neighbors out,
we gon' look and wave at em'
Know me as a youngin',
they just happy it was me crackin'
We gon' meet Patrick when we catch him,
we gon' bleed Patrick
They sick now,
money still flowin',
we the * now
Gang trippin' on any nigga freaky and talkin' loud
Bet you never seen a bullet hit the wall and knock him down
You can still bust and still die with that hammer out
If you lose a thing,
you play it safe,
cause the niggas out
Monkey nuts,
they whippin' out,
soy sauce,
your noodles out
Better call them snoopers out,
cause we gon' take another route
That nigga came deep in the water,
knowin' he gon' drive you trippin',
nigga
Might as well go and get your dis,
nigga * a free throw,
Steph Curry how I did the nigga
Good slam,
Doug Short,
nigga,
Scottie Pepper,
nigga
Sharper than the blade and then I'm smoother than a good cut
Lookin' for a slut,
because I'm tryna get a good nut
Tell that bitch,
fast lil' bitch,
you better H up
Niggas kinda mad and they cryin' because my cake up
And I'ma keep it snotty all the way until my day up,
look
Bitch nigga, I'm on a mission, * the bullshit
Gotta get a mill to still sack it till I'm hood rich
Tell em' for a bitch that's real cool on some bullshit
And get my dick tucked,
and after that get a full dish
These niggas say they want me,
but these niggas on some bullshit
We gon' slide through and let em' know we on some gang *
Hop out in flames,
*,
* you and your gang,
bitch
This Krim I really bang *,
you poppin' but ain't bang *
Who's got guns?
Pop one, nigga, cause we gon' double back
This cake got a strap,
and when I run I know my * attached
Don't you try to run or hop a gate,
cause I'ma smack the back
And rest in peace my locs and all my Krimmins,
that ain't comin' back
He scared when he see me,
you would've thought he had a heart attack
Strategic with the moves,
high crepe up on these from the back
Clip longer than a ruler,
nigga,
you can measure that
Ask me where I'm from,
it's Big West and ain't no turnin' back