Oh!, these niggas ain't gangstasStay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huhFree 'Nine bitch!We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)Where you from nigga?Free the gas man, you ain't from where we fromI told my niggas we gon' make it manIt's a fucking movement manWe a fucking family, we ain't a gangOTF, (SQUAD!)These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitchesGo and tell to the piggiesI'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business3 bro niggas snitching, my case almost overYou lucky it wasn't pendantI put 2 in his limit, this 4-5 a limitExtended clip for his niggasAnd he ain't shit to his niggasWe don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's just know that the opps ain't never safeLoad up the Glock, and reload the 8Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dotsACGs for the God's church and one power rockI'm on the blockHope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it dropI'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictmentJust to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riotMurder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squealMy label only time I dealI fuck with GB's most king snapes, foes into niggas under kneelSilver spoon, you don't know how hunger feelDreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that kerb with 100 pillsWestern Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 yearsAnd I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh!Heard them die when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not aroundSlide through every opp block and we up shots till they not aroundWhat's up with this twitter beef?Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breezeAnd choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat!I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap)One time no light bulb, bro n 'em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp)Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp)Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ)Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rapMake a real nigga gotta spit factsGot some niggas saying keep it only rapThat's how these old niggas stay on the mapHeadshot, we ain't getting into thatNiggas tellin' hands full of pins and packsGrab a pack, blood bleeding real badDoin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an AudiFuck a nigga doubt meAll on my dick when they see meKnowing this bitch wanna be meHell yea you can die over a retweetI'm grabbing my pole on mimiI can't see a nigga like StevieI won't tell, I'll take me a BGLet's get it!GANG!