And I can feel this * right here, we gon' take this zone 3 gangstas, ha ha, old box Chevy's and everything Y'all ain't seen this * go down like this, right? Dro, hell of this *, right? I want you to follow up some of that real *, like that grown man We gon' show them niggas what we mean when we say zone 3 Niko, this how we gon' do this Dro, get this * off ya, man My block is like the first 15 minutes of saving private Ryan All y'all sucker niggas died, I'ma just start it off with slug ammo Uh-oh, my clips are wrapped around my chest like on grapple The A-Rod fake, Caliban thoughts in the staircase, warrior fighter View the scope and snipe with your ace, murder take place Fireball flamer, God damer All glass, purified Chevy box player Clip chirper, vagina diver, jack whip worker Or stick this AK off in your dentures for 30 burgers Worker, spray your weds, wait for you to provoke me I'ma do it all, baby, with this spring green pack Devotion, tell a vibe, triple D motion Dedicated, determined, dependable, slug going Come and get me, I act like that talented Mr. Ripley Bullets come at you swiftly, you're a hip-hop chicken They got me running from the police, streaming thug life And Jehovah can't save me in this drug life I'ma keep my gap, always sleep with my gap Where you at? Where you at? Old school, cornbread and collard green-ass nigga Cannon 50 cent, old Buick, dope fiend-ass nigga I'm sick, bitch, and I ain't had a train all night You look ripped, bitch, and you been acting lame all night I'm finna exit this bitch to the parking lot Hot boy, start working, we got shots Take off the jewelry, empty the pockets, boy, stop it The big night, Rolex, watch it, old man drop it So tell them pussy-ass security guards to hit man back I'ma start a fight in this bitch as soon as it get packed Give me the yak, * the feds, on my back Nigga, we done that prison, I ain't going back Not a once a bird, empty tank of gas 17 kilos, nigga, we hauling ass Set up your roadblockers, right on your helicopter Lord knows ain't nothing but death gon' stop They got me running from the police, streaming thug life And Jehovah can't save me in this drug life I'ma keep my gack, always sleep with my gack Rowdy niggas bout it, bitch, where you at, where you at? Realest nigga ever born, done took over the block And it ain't nothing but bread-breaking, man, boy, this * don't stop Nothing but flowing and going because this real * I'm showing And I'ma keep this * authentic so these real niggas know it Find how triggers get poured, take in your tools and your jewels And keep on robbing plus we mobbing cause this gangsta * rules And goes all over the nation cause stacking bread, that's my occupation J's, we basing them niggas, straight PH-ing on a player Trying to keep it real, trying to stash some mail, staying trill Representatives, ATL, we bout that mail All that squirrel, on a Varela, kill a nigga to make my pockets bigger Motherfucking real nigga, * Tommy Hilfiger Real OGs, weighing nothing but soldier reeds and tees Four original players, ATL, in effect Break a nigga neck, try to disrespect, keep it set Letting them niggas know about them real records, yeah They got me writing from the police, streaming dud likes And Jehovah can't save me in this drug life I'ma keep my gag always, sleep with my gag Rrowdy niggas bout infinity, Where you at? Where you at? They got me writing from the police, streaming dud likes And Jehovah can't save me in this drug life I'ma keep my gag always, sleep with my gag Rrowdy niggas bout infinity, Where you at? Where you at? Why? Why? Rrowdy niggas bout infinity Why? Why? Rrowdy niggas bout infinity