Bitch we CGE You ain't gotta say that Treat my draco like a spatula flip niggas with this bih Glocks R us and they attached to us bitch we come from the street You would think Big 30 faster cause I won't eat I won't sleep Till I catch his ass lackin' and make sure he underneath They won't let us in the industry so we still in the streets Ain't no love on these P's I sell em for 33 Trappin' hard, forgot to eat Burglar bars exotic weed Police know it ain't no catchin me this Jeep a SRT Track Hawk exotic jeep and the inside look like a brick Carbon 1-5 with the switch and I call that bitch Call of Vision Gotta slow down on that red I can't even run and jump the fence Hop out boys on the block fuck around threw away my favorite stick I can't never let a nigga slide that shit fuck with my pride Had a shot and you was open why you try to run and hide We the gang we thuggin with the guys it ain't no switching side Shot the glizzy and this rapper fried I know this bitch gon' ride On the block with a four nick I call the shots you call the quick Got the drop from a opp bitch and all she wanted was some dick Pass the Glock, gain a assist Fuck the judge tell him free Mitch And I ain't gotta sign no record deal to go bust down my wrist Homicide, mama cry, just know this street shit get deadly Before I let my mama cry, mama boy gon be gloatin the tele Got your address from your Sue and I bought her American Deli You can thank her stupid ass for them hollows inside your belly Gelato look like some real and know you smell it this shit hectic Free Marlo he tre57 I hang with robbers nothin' but felons Pump your nuts and ditch the gang we on your ass just like a wedgie Bitch I'm married to the gang I sold a P inside my wedding Serve pastors and serve the reverend Pour Actavis in my beverage Throw middle fingers at 12 I'm strapped with a MAC-11 At 10 we gon spend the benz 6 Glocks and 3 F&Ns 9 shots left in this .223, 6 ate him thru his skin Lil Bobby just slide for 7 He got em all bow for bow 6 of my niggas have felonies and 5 of them on parole Fo Shiesty and 3-O on glow Two hollow tips to his throat It's one body up the score Rest In Peace and no more posts Ain't no more 3 and O Big 30 where he go? We boosted up the folk