Fredo Santana - My Lil n***az lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana] My lil n***as with the sh**s don't play around If you actin' really tough, I take you down If you holdin' onto work, I take you down [Hook: Fredo Santana] My lil' n***as with the sh**s don't play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin' really tough, I lay you down If you holdin' onto work, I take you down My lil' n***as with the sh**s don't play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin' really tough, I take you down If you holdin' onto work, I take you down [Verse 1: Chief Keef] If you talkin' sh**, I lay you down Nothin' but semis, and AKs, a hundred rounds Own a lot of guns, I'm cashin' out Show these f** n***as what we about Pull up on they blocks, get to bustin' Shoot a n***a, then act like it's nothin' O Block and 300, we comin' Them the hoods, and I been there since a youngin Dissin' us, you ain't got sense or some'n? Chopper bullets, click clack, spittin' on 'em Dissin' us, you ain't got sense or some'n? Chopper bullets, click clack, spittin' on 'em [Hook: Fredo Santana] [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] If you holdin' on that work, I take you down My lil' n***as with the sh**s don't play around Reese, he with that chopper, hold a hundred rounds Sosa with the sh**s, he love them gun sounds If you actin' really tough, I blow you down Run up in your spot, and lay you down Everybody on the floor don't make a sound Shoot them bullets, and we aimin' at your mind Shoot them bullets, and we aimin' at your mind A couple stacks up on your head, don't waste no time A couple stacks up on your head, don't waste no time My lil n***as with the sh**s don't play around [Hook: Fredo Santana] [Verse 3: Lil Reese] My lil n***as with the sh**, b**h, this the crowd All my n***as, we up in this b**h; it's goin' down And if he actin' like he holdin', then we take him down Ride around, blowin' loud, f** hoes by the crowd I can't trust a soul, so I bought a hundred round Silencer up on the.30; that b**h don't make a sound I can't f** with new n***as; move 'em 'round If he actin' like he tough, them guns'll turn him down Mouth duct-taped, I don't make a sound We what's up; she'll f** I'm the man now Hit a lick, bust a move, shoot straight out of town We what's up; she'll f** I'm the man now [Hook: Fredo Santana]