[Intro]
Come on, aye
What's up, what's up?
Y'all know how we rocking, man
Pooh Bear Gang, man
TFG, it's the f**ing guys, man, in my f**ing eyes, man!
We out here, man
Aye, you hear me?
I'ma go crazy one time, you say
[Freestyle]
I'm on the 'Well, where they raise hell at
I caught a lil' gun case so I fell back
Boy I'm respected in the 'hood, you can tell that
We post up by the store where that L at
And if a n***a want smoke, I'll smoke him
And if he holding and I know it, I'll poke him
I got money, got chips like hold 'em
Them big guns got poles like totem
They don't be getting what I'm saying cause I'm cold as f**
I'm from the Chi, North Pole, where it's cold as f**
I got shorties ready to shoot that ain't old enough
[?] but they told too much
This AK-seven fo', it be folding up
I smoke that loud pack when I'm rolling up
I got a Tec, wet a n***a from his toes and up
He want battle? I don't think a n***a bold enough
Too much fear in his heart, he ain't brave at all
Have triggers on the forty, can't shave it all
Designer, Italy damn near made it all
He got him whacked as soon as my bro made the call
He like who? Buddy a** acting kinda' stupid
He like a'ight, so where he at? When you trynna' do it?
Boy it's real in the field, sh** ain't you n***as foolish
ABM, f** is that? You n***as better stick to hooping!
I be all up in the 'hood, all the guys show me love
All the bros shake my hand, all the hoes give me hugs
Told her I can do it better, get her wetter than a tub
Boy you softer than some leather or the feathers on a dove
I'm cooler than the cooler, I be smoking with my j**eler
I'm trynna' eat good, get a stomach like Buddha
I wish a n***a would, I'll run up on him with the ruger
Change a n***a whole mood, clip longer than a ruler
These n***as goofies
b**hes, groupies
Plus they get a pound - two grams and a doobie
We pull up, bail out, everybody got a toolie
Let out 70 shots, you only hear that in movies
And I don't know why n***as hating on me
I got a whole line of b**hes waiting on me
The b**h wanna' s**, wanna' f** for the free
She don't even want a bottle, wanna' smoke a lil' weed
She do it sober, she blessed just like Jehovah
I call my b**h, told her it's over
I'm riding with it on me, my homie got the Cobra
I'm hotter than a toaster, you softer than a sofa
I got a lot of money, I got a lot of hoes
I smoke a lot of weed, I buy a lot of clothes
My n***as don't be lacking cause we pack a lot of poles
And if a n***a lacking, go back down there and score, f**?
You take one of ours, we take two of theirs-- no!
You take one of ours, we take a few of theirs
So many [?], so many funerals they stressing
Boy, you losing hair
Your homie get whacked and you still acting like you don't care
I know the reason, though
You n***as scared, where your real friends at?
Cause my n***as dead, if not they in the can
So free my n***a Mack and free that n***a Prince
Lil' Cannon, where you at?
And they done booked my n***as Streets, boy
Yeah, I'm riding with the heat, boy
My money talk so don't speak, boy
You said you finna' [?], you better leave boy