[Produced by Dami Tha Prince]
[LA Capone]
My n***as k**in' we be drillin' sh** up on the drive
Two 30 shots up out that 50 bet them n***as crash
I've still got twenty in that semi now I'm on their a**
Thats 10 to 10 they can split it, put that in the dash
I use to f** with a plenty of hittas, some them n***as fake
Them crackas locked up most my n***as, so it's f** the jakes
That boy be acting like he with it, but he sweet as cake
Loyalty don't come in a circle, boy these n***as snakes
Can't trust these b**hes either
You know we hot as heaters
Quida she was a sneaker, but now Quida a sleeper
One call, I have buddy out the window
D Block, 600 my kinfolk
You ain't tryna' make cake?
Whatchu in fo?
f** with us?
You don't know whatchu in fo
All black neat things, with extendos
Out the cut, it's your boy with the dreadlocks
No legshots, just headshots
6-0 smoking dope out the ziplock
These n***as ain't real, they flip flop
You can tell got guap, from the wrist watch
Big sh**, make em dance like lil jay
I don't think they really want gunplay (nawwww)