MC, make another hit [?] baby, how you do that? Project-project X Grah I'm too oppy, so I moved to Jersey I got thirty in bread, I don't gotta worry Bro took six, but shooting like he Curry And we sprint through that jig with our bro, be dirty All of my Goons and the wock get sturdy (Grah, grah) G3 on my body niggas wanna hurt me (Grah, grah, grah) DB told me: "Get to that bread, he 'bout to go right back to the feds" I'd rather see my niggas locked up, I don't wanna see my niggas dead I'm not dying bitch, I'm throwing lead Bitch you a gummy, can't fuck with my bed Rundown gang, it was just me and Ted I don't care what other niggas said Come, we deep in the streets, bro enough tryna talk to heat Now he carry his knife when he go to sleep He said: "Once I got locked, they ain't care about me" I'm too oppy, so I moved to Jersey I got thirty in bread, I don't gotta worry Bro took six, but shooting like he Curry And we sprint through that jig with our bro, be dirty All of my Goons and the wock get sturdy (Grah, grah) G3 on my body niggas wanna hurt me (Grah, grah, grah) Don't lack in that cell, bro just called me: "They denied his bail" He too silent, he'd never tell He the oppiest one in that jail But he dead either way, that it smell When he just pushed up on boy, nigga slipped up and fell Like, my niggas running the island, my niggas really on timing Bow, bow, bow Uh-huh I'm too oppy, so I moved to Jersey I got thirty in bread, I don't gotta worry Bro took six, but shooting like he Curry And we sprint through that jig with our bro, be dirty All of my Goons and the wock get sturdy G3 on my body niggas wanna hurt me (Grah, grah, grah)