King Lil G - I'm from that 18th Street gang lyrics

[Intro] Hahaha It's the motherf**in' real, it's the motherf**in' real Check it... [Verse 1: King Lil G] Walkin' through the varrio, street soldado With my hoodie on, dieciochero on a mission Loading a clip and getting it off, faketones f** 'em Piss stains, f** 'em, peanut bu*ters, f** 'em, mierda secas f** 'em, I be their enemy so let it be known That I'm from that Eighteen, homicidal family Triple six mentality, enemigas after me Searching but they knowing they that They never gonna capture me, woah Watch your motherf**ing back lowk I'm creeping and calling through your varrio with a fusca And some black locs, watching 'em slick, pullin 'em quick Don't let 'em run, rest in piss Another enemy slob, I'm going survival I'm your motherf**ing rival, I'm the shadow of your d**h Grab your motherf**ing Bible Enemies you wanna ride with them? You wanna hide with them? Well I guess you punk a**es Gonna die with them, ain't nobody safe Shots comin' from the K, six letters in my name Dieciocho is what I bang, 'till the day that I die And when it comes I be ready Make sure I be surrounded by Eighteen when I'm buried [Hook] I'm from that Eighteenth Street gang Better recognize what I bang [x2] I'm an Eighteenth Streeter [x3] I bang Eighteen... [Verse 2: King Lil G] E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N, we're the deepest Worldwide known gang, tu ya sabes rifamos En la cara tatuados, a la mara matamos, callejones pintados, old english with the numbers of d**h, tu ya sabes the notorious, X-V-3 Once you're gone, you'll never comin' back Somebody tell his mama they laid him straight flat Took his gold chain, then peeled his whole cap Ra-ta-tat, got k**ed and burnt strap Eighteen's on my motherf**ing skin 'Till the day I die I represent, I'm fully focused Gun holdin', gun smokin' Armed robberies and homicide is all im knowin' On the serio, los mando yo al cementerio, tu escapulario no te salva de este dieciochero, let it be known! [Hook] I'm from that Eighteenth Street gang Better recognize what I bang [x2] I'm an Eighteenth Streeter [x3] I bang Eighteen... [Verse 3: King Lil G] Black rag music bumping through your stereo That black strap is what sending them to the burial f** your lil varrio fool, we never heard of you La calle dieciocho, we controling this area Homies in S.D, homies in O.C Kay-Dubs taking over Riverside and the I.E f** a tagger, f** a rapper if they bang our hood The Rancho Park got me saying "homie, f** a Blood" Same love to the motherf**ing Kay-Dubs Youngster, Midget, holla at me, Gangster I never turn soft, never happened, never will Eighteen's on my body so you know that sh**'s real I just moved to the south side, you know what that means The Tiny Diablos got all these motherf**ers on their knees Beggin' for mercy, holdin' a strap, prayin' to God But I don't think that he's answering back I'm tryna make my O.G homies proud What up to Big Buzzard from south side that been Holdin' me down, wonder that I got a gun so I gotta get down for mine, to the homies Eighteen worldwide, west sidin' I'm creepin', I make 1-8-7 look easy f** that! I'm making all the slobs down Push me slob, see what I'm about! [Outro] This to let you punk motherf**ers know what's happenin' You know what I'm sayin'? What up to the motherf**ing homies, out there in Rancho Park smashing on these motherf**ing slobs, haha We ain't forgot, I'ma let my homies from the south side Let you motherf**ers know [?]... Yeah, to all them new clicks out there, Bellflower Tiny Devils Yo, what's crackin'? Bellflower Devils, Cudahy stay controlling homie Bell Gardens Wright street Locos, you know how to put it down, homie, we heard about that, bring your case in, all that sh**, Cash, Southside Eighteen dog! Yeah... What's poppin' Peewee?! Rancho Park... Big shout out to Fatz, you know? Hahaha, yeah... Chuco, what's hannin' boy? And there you hate...