On gang (Zero)
Nigga, you ain't real
I can see it in your eyes (On gang)
You a small fry (Small fry)
nigga I got mob ties (Mob)
Pulled up on yo block nigga
you cannot hide (Nah)
I don't like TEC-9's (Nine)
nigga I just like Glock .9's (Nine)
I like compact pistols
I don't like .45's, nigga (****)
And I got a bad b***h, and she acting shy
All these mother****in' sticks nigga
I can't let shit slide (Nah)
All these shooters doing drills every day
it's like the Ch'i
Where I come from you can't lack,
everyday I tote that fire (Gang)
I remember thirteen with that stick,
doing drive-bys (Sticks)
Niggas touring on machines (Machines)
I can't let that shit fly (Nah)
Teachers said I won't gon' be shit
nigga, 'cause I stay high
All these racks up in my pants (Racks)
nigga, I'm the bad guy
Everybody talkin' stress, nigga
that's why I got five (five)
Niggas talking behind my back
nigga, but it's all lies
In a foreign, double down
yeah I'm toting two .9's
All my niggas in the street
and them niggas pullin' slime
I don't really trust no nigga
'cause these niggas be droppin' dimes
Hit that nigga with the stick, yeah
I shot him nine times
All my niggas live in crime, nigga
I don't have no time
Slime that nigga for his work (Slime)
he ain't see shit like he blind
And I'm sipping on this red (Red)
nigga, and that shit ain't wine
In the trap, I got that fire
gotta keep it all times
And all these ****ing drugs
I can't pull up all the time (Nah)