Raccs to my, ah Na, I can [?] like that, damn (Huh) Wow, wow Here in going (Wow) Nonstop Huh, ye, huh Raccs to my head you got two dollars I just copped me a new mini draco for the new problems No Biggie but they don't who shot em My shirt Michael Jordan its sicc with the flu collar I'm Crip don't you question my set bitch I'm too proper Grape is the set I eat steak Ion do lobster I ain't with the wrestling my name ain't Umaga Put that 9 to his bacc turn that boy into Ibaka Put some time on yo death call that G-Shoccer Order my shoes can't buy em from FootLoccer He a snitch in the hood he the neighborhood watchers Got some Crips in the hood that's some neighborhood problems Show no love in the hood we will body a (Bitch) Used to wear Nautica Hollister (Shit) Bacc in days them bitches wouldn't hollala Checc my Instagram two million of the followers Add it up couple million of the dollalas But still til this day see my op I'ma pop em We don't miss with them sticcs we don't play bout our problems Last nigga played with the bloc we done dropped em I wouldn't the type to play Coppers & Robbers I robbed with the robbers Fought and shot guns to resolve all my problems Never shook hands with the ops if we did then the next day we shot em Cripping out West, Cripping out West I just smoke a blunt I don't do the Percocets Pass my lil homie the 50 he gone come and chop yo necc He shot a nigga in the necc up on a Next and said watts next Yea I used to ride a next now I ride a Mongoose 1942 used to sip that Gin juice You know its fucc 12 even when they let my mans loose I used to have nothing now I'm smoking in a benz coupe Cripping out West, Cripping out West Cri-Cri-Cripping-Cri-Cri-Cripping-Cri-Cri-Cripping Cripping out West Cripping out West, Cripping out West Cri-Cri-Cripping-Cri-Cri-Cripping-Cri-Cri-Cripping Cripping out West I just shot a nigga cuz a nigga dissed the set VVS Diamond up on my wrist and on my necc What time it is I'm shining so my timing really wet Been in shootouts all my life and ain't a nigga killed me yet That's a bet send yo dogs and I'm like fetch Threw a bullet and I hit em perfect catch (Randy Moss) I'm getting paid that's nothing less And you the type nigga to beef bout a bitch And I'm a ass nigga I ride for my gang till this day and I will never switch (Uh) (Damn Main ian gone lie fool ian drinkin' no more I'm on strike)