Look
I'm with the hop out, pop out, ain't no opps out
And boosters what you fuck, niggas not 'bout
Free Kray if he wrong, just free my niggas out that cell
And for the niggas dissing, yeah, we quick to give 'em hell
For fags and bitch-mades, dumpin' on shit stains
And all that poppin', you a man with some bitch ways
Stay up on the house, lil' nigga, don't get flamed
Look, huh, aight
Nigga, I'm from Southside, Jackers and Jays, that's if you didn't know
Ain't poppin' hots on the 'Gram 'til niggas hit the floor
Your homie died, it's still crazy y'all niggas want some more
But I'm from Jayside, stupid, I'm quick to let the blow
It's all good in the hood, my nigga, come get it
Don't let the 'Gram fool you, on Jays, my niggas with it
My boy done knocked your brodie down, y'all know who did it, huh?
Look, tuh, y'all know who did it, huh?
Yeah, I'm creepin' through your section with this weapon
Pipe down, don't make me have your mama out here stressin'
Fun and gunsmoke, whole city, on gang, where it get hectic
If you see them Jay poles, I suggest you keep it steppin', nigga
Yeah, I came a long way, yeah, from them cold days
I was in the streets, I ain't give a fuck about what mama say
Off the muscle, so you know I had to make a way
Do it for my brothers who out there flockin', tryna make a play
Pipe down, I'm with the fuck-ups and all that
And any faggot slippin', finna shoot at his ballcap
Bitch, don't ask where I'm at, I'm in the field where the thugs at
And you the type of nigga ask a bitch where your hug at
Nigga thinkin' he cold, that's on the gang, I feed him hot shit
Do it for them days I had to bounce out and flock shit
And every time I flow on beats, bitch, I do not miss
I'm screamin' free the gang 'til they let 'em out the box, bitch
Dead homies, dead homies, you ain't got nothin'
Every time you see Drex hop out, these niggas run
They ask me why I do this shit, I do this shit for fun
Man, you can squabble these bullets, nigga, fuck a one on one
He don't like me, he wanna fight me, well, come and shoot me
I remember bein' fifteen, I was slidin' on a hoopty
Ain't trippin' over no bitch, nigga, it's all gucci
I'm only lovin' on these bitches when I'm fuckin' up the coochie
All facts, me love you? Bitch, please
I'll probably think about it if you get up on your knees
Stay up on the sidewalks, nigga, I'm from the streets
Man, I got this shit on lock, y'all niggas better take a seat
Y'all better sit down, 'cause on Jays, y'all niggas bunk
We know the real you, my nigga, you don't want the funk
We been upped the score, y'all niggas can't keep up
Anybody can get it, that's on the gang, I don't give a fuck, nigga, huh
