Grrah, look Where I'm from, it really get gritty Grrah-grrah Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be with' me They gon' empty, it get risky Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Too Tact, in the back of the renty 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty Run it up, I do that on the regular Nigga broke, need to go get his cheddar up Keep Baretta tucked, ain't no lettin' up I keep MAC on me, that shit regular Who you settin' up, ain't 150, but bro, tryna wet 'em up I can't lack for a thot, I be lettin' up, I can't do that Nigga ducked when I aimed at his durag And that by had his pole, but ain't 'oot back, like who do that I be smokin' on Lotti, can't move fast Put a switch on a Glock so it shoot fast Let 'em run, hit 'em good off a perc, left 'em numb Made 'em run, ain't no front when I'm uppin' the gun He got hit, tryna put on a front He a actress, if he throw up that shit, we gon' clap him I hate goofies, I'm tryna subtract 'em If he ratted, why niggas still jack him? Niggas slackin' but I'm not, bullets hot, make 'em stop He can't stand up, his bitch all on my dick 'cause my bands up Caught 'em lackin' outside so I ran up Tell 'em, "Man up", that's that fan love Why he saying my name, I'on know homie I can't wait till we meet, I'ma show homie Man, I live what I rap, I'ma blow dolie And I'm real bold, I stood on that block, it was real cold Block hot, I was tuckin' the steel though I spot a opp, show 'em how it feel though B-Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be with' me They gon' empty, it get risky Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Too Tact, in the back of the renty 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty 30 and better, so we clappin' more He talk hot, bullets smackin' his Jaw Spot a Y, get to packin' them all If 10 in the clip, then I'm clappin' it all That's on bro, I can't show no remorse I'ma stand over him if he fall, tryna run Lil thot, with' it all, tryna rump I ain't goin' no where if I don't got the gun Face you a bitch, you was Coppin' a plea in a jail I'on know you, so stop saying my name for some fans You like 30, I tote .30, it's like 30 bands up in my pants Why the fuck would I worry, get to shootin' and shit, if they rush me, I'm sturdy Bro, he be geekin' and shit, he might pop 'em a 30 He gon' slide on the opps with' no mercy I swear I be geekin' and shit, I got PTSD, gotta sleep with' the grip Catch a drop on the lo, I'ma squeeze on a bitch Ain't no droppin' my pole, I'ma leave with' this shit Since a jit, bitch, I really been active He got hit, 'cause he really be lackin' Move wocky, and I'm gettin' to packin' 3 chops when we stuck up on traffic Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be with' me They gon' empty, it get risky Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Too Tact, in the back of the renty 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty