Go, go, go On 50 50 done ran up, man Fuck these niggas talkin' bout, man Go, go Go, go, go Go, go Go Man, these niggas ain't really gang like that, man Go, go, go Go Go, go Go On gang I ain't tryna be between that crossfire When my brother run from 12, he fuckin up them tires Pounds and them racks, what you gotta acquire You usin' that knife, I got this Glock, boy, you must be Micheal Myers Broke boy, boy, you better get hired Big bands, I'm a multiplier You said you're trapping, you're a fucking liar I'm a real nigga, got the streets on fire And I trap with a proper etiquette He not real, man, his life be edited Fuck 12, hope they don't find the evidence He rolling that skimp blunt, like a skeleton I'm living my life out so excellent I trap out that damn house, yeah, the residence I'm blowing that damn pack, it need development I'm playing with them damn racks, it's an estimate All of these niggas broke, they irrelevant 50 gang, in the room, I'm an elephant In my city with my Glock, gotta represent I walk in that Louis store, fuck, what I spent? That's yo bitch? Man, I got yo bitch bent Broke nigga, and his pockets got lint I'm smoking Runtz, and you smoking the mid I ain't lackin', boy, you niggas tripping Too many bitches, you think I'm pimping He bought that Glock, just to fucking fit in Everything 50 over here Designer shit, it's all over my gear Survivor shit, I been thugging all year I hit the Louis store, and you walk in Sears Two cups, man, let's take a cheer In my heart, I don't got no damn fear 2Pac, nigga, I got the juice Thinking bout the streets, I pour up a deuce Kick shit in the trap, like I'm Bruce Okay, that's yo bitch? What that bitch wanna choose? I'm a dog and I'm on the loose He talking shit, what the fuck he gone do? I'm a young nigga, ok, cool Gettin' money, yeah, ok, cool I'm smoking the best dope, ok, cool Made a lil' play, ok, cool On a finsta, yeah, ok, cool Y'all act like my sister, shit ain't cool Go, go, go, go