(Ooh, Elroy) (It's Fresh808Gang, bitch) Huh? We ain't goin' nowhere without five in the Hmm It's 'bout four, five niggas with me ridin' with the chops When we slide down your block, we ain't goin' nowhere without findin' the opps Ho nigga think it's cool to be slime, but it's not Fuck wipin' niggas' nose, I'll knock out the snot Nigga, I do not box Take a nigga birthday, make him rot in a box Make a nigga go to bed, hmm Can't let the fame go to my head, hmm Juan told me them jokes ain't the same Don't let that go over your head Blind just jumped off the plane from the H I ain't been here fifteen minutes, dropped an eight, huh Get a nigga scraped for that pape', press play, huh Weed I'm smokin' on came from Cali, love the taste Catch an attitude, punch you in the face, I'm an ape Fresh as hell while I do it, stomp a nigga in some Bape, ah, duh Fuck it, huh, let the chopper off Fuck the party up, knock a noggin off (Huh) Less apes is more apes, niggas cotton soft I'll hit a ho nigga with a cotton ball Bandcount Mari'll snatch a nigga pockets off If Skub say dawg ain't bool, we all sockin' dawg Swear to God they is, if he tough, then we poppin' dawg Huh, hit a nigga in the head with a rocket, aw Huh, extra good with the white, so I rock the Off Overlay for the ándale, get rocked to sleep Fifty plays in thirty days, gotta drop VVs Gotta drop CDs, know my fans gon' cop for me Skilla drop PP and he up bands, he actin' like me He act like him, he the G.O.A.T., we'll get on your rim You act like them, you controlled, that nigga a Sim That nigga a simp, leg shot, leave him with a limp Silverback AR with the monkey nuts, shoot a chimp Shit on a nigga, point at him, Skuba Shawn Kemp I hit the kitchen, blow the dope up like a blimp That nigga ain't smokin' zaza, it's all hemp Opp niggas tryna play D, got scored on Tryna stop the rain, fuck around got poured on My four-five knock an opp bitch out her hormones Smoke a nigga like a Cookie blunt, leave you Oreos Shoot a nigga in the face, no torsos You think we tryna let the nigga live? Nigga, course not Nigga, come sign to Big Squad, get a boatload Gangbangers, criminals, we support those Opp niggas tryna play "I ain't did shit" That's the type of time, you can get your wig split Huh, got the type of 9 take a USB chip Hmm, naw, I'm cappin', bitch still sweet as hell You'll win a ring, weak as hell like you Jordan Bell I just put some 'bows on the road, more in the mail Ho thought she had my number, but I gave her Skills He picked up the phone like, "Huh?" Baby, how the fuck you get my number, what the hell? Quit doin' fan shit, bein' extra Psych, naw, this a voicemail, leave a message It's members only, gotta be gang, no guest list My bitch make the footballs touchdown in Pittsburgh Make her come back on Jerome Bettis Elbow grease in the pot, I need extras Turn my opps to a blunt, let 'em burn It's Friday, Smokey, what you earned? Shoot at a ho nigga wig, make him do the worm Turn a ho nigga to some ashes in an urn Here come another ho nigga mama on the news lyin' again Actin' like she don't know why her son done died again Never mind that bitch, I'ma pour some lines again If a nigga feelin' better than me right now He on his motherfuckin' feet He in the motherfuckin' game He is not on the bench nor in the bleachers, bitch He in the game ballin' 2020 Hellcat, it's a wide body If a nigga lookin' for me, I'm outside probably Pop your main shooter in his head when I slide by him Then Mike shot him in his heart so he died dyin' Used to ain't have fifty cents, but I'ma get rich or die tryin' I'm so full of shit with my hoes, I'll lie 'bout lyin' Please don't swing on me in the club, people die fightin' Fuckin' raw, I done probably got burned more times than firefighters Skub, Skilla, Mike, Rio, what the fuck is this? Shot a two-two at my car and didn't puncture it I slid back with a K and hit a bunch of shit We gon' treat the beef like some wet pussy, we comin' quick I done made like 30K on a bad day Pimp a bitch for everything like Grace, bring my ashtray Hit her off a Perc', made her squirt with the mad face Drop Karo in the syrup, that's a bad eight Hoo, what's in your left pocket? 'Bout to tell ya strip Niggas ain't up, they really broke, they pretend rich Hit him with a left, man, he rest there defenseless What's the cause of death? Bitch, check the forensics Tie your bitch up like a hog, made her walk to me Swear to God last night them Perky thangs talked to me Hundred pack of zazas, I got them thangs brought to me Now a nigga on, everything seem off to me If you ain't talkin' 'bout a dub, don't talk to me And I got a loyal crackhead who'll walk to me I bought a pint and a four yesterday, so my pop muddy We could drop a fourteen, I just bought a twenty I like to get my dick sucked while I play the game And I'm still tryna fuck, naw, I ain't gon' say her name Hit you niggas with some street magic, bitch, I'm David Blane Or hit your block with two Glock 40s like I'm Major Payne Oh, y'all shootin' up cribs? We can play that game Or we can meet and go to war, Skub great at aiming The dawg I got off the chain and I ain't gon' tame it Dropped two hundred shots out the Glock, I'll break the chamber Bitch gave me head in the morning, I ain't even thank her I like to fuck off old songs from Anita Baker Bust a nut, light one of my squares, bitch, see you later Pimp a bitch down to the bone in some see-through gators With the offense we got, we'd defeat the Lakers You don't see guns around, my niggas be on papers But we still got guns around, don't think we playin' Hop out the car and run you down, I don't need a laser If my nigga fucked up, give him ten, have him be the favor Yeah, you could get it cash now, I'ma meet you later Just popped an M-30 blue box, I'ma eat two later Bae, you gotta suck my dick now, I'ma eat you later Bitch said she got that bubblegum, I'ma need two flavors Ri', I just popped one too, I'ma need two eighters