Lyrics
First off I don't fuck with no busters
In real life I won't post nothin
Solid to the core bitch I won't fold under
Cause my youngin on the yard thuggin wit a bone crusher
Caught um at the light he became a road runner
Still a whoop a nigga feet like a nigga stole sumthin
Late night gang slide on a mission soul huntin
Stake out the address heard he work like four sumin huh
Soon as he come out nigga kill cuh
Let my clip cry tears over spilled blood
Bitches fake, niggas hate, I don't feel love
Dead locs you was never down for the build-up
Why niggas always wanna talk about a dead body
Cuh workin' with the feds, probably
Caught a lick on a nigga with some bread on him
Didn't even strip him, walked up, then he headshot him
Type of niggas y'all really wanna be around
My real homies don't like to see me around
Like, nah, brodie, you gon' make it for the set
Keep your foot up on they throat till you break a nigga's neck
Allat workin' late night while these other niggas step
If they hatin', they a bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit, uh
I'm like, you right, bro
Then the glow start to twitch up on that light pole
Shook hands cuh, I love you, that's for life, bro
All that bangin' on the net, that's for likes, bro
They ain't really who they say if them kites show
When there was pressure, we them niggas let them pipes blow bitch
Fuck y'all, I'm a gang bang activist
Inglewattz YA broad day clappin' shit
Crip gang, the fly way, taught to get after it
Even when I didn't have a bag, I could bag a bitch
Fuck y'all, I'm a gang bang activist
Inglewattz YA broad day clappin' shit
Crip gang, the fly way, taught to get after it
Even when I didn't have a bag, huh
Bullets raid the air waves, call it funk flex
Finna start a band, lil' homies, they got them drum sets
Line pressure, they sayin' that I'm the one next
Sayin y'all slidin but niggas aint even slumped yet
Hood full of crash outs, watch, you ain't stunt yet
Grade A nigga on them hoes, I ain't flunk yet
All work, a nigga ain't even lunch yet
But when it's time to eat, believe me, bitch, it's a bunquet
Or its a banquet nigga same shit
I'ma get a grip of that money, no need for latex
War veterans, troopers, they finna change shifts
They ain't see it comin', the hit was a delayed blitz
On they bumper, they anxiety up
Raps same' gangbang, my variety up
Overdose with the music, my sobriety up
Try to water down emotions, just gon' fire me up
Put a mic, I'ma flamethrower
Killin' niggas with this rap shit
Then go and rob your cousin with the same blower
Fuck him up, it was a hangover
I keep doin' fly shit, y'all boys on the layover
Keep playin' till it's game over
Lil' baby came over and instantly was a brain blower
Gas shit like the takeover
Real inglewattz niggas don't play
And them lames know it
I'm that nigga and etcetera
So I could never put the pedal up
Push it like I'm a peddler
In the city, that shit regular
Look, I really come from nothin
Now a nigga got a plethora
Lil' baby let me pop my shit
Always tryna throw a fit, but you were not mine
Hey, see the motion wanna stop my drift
Y'all been actin' like 12, who really got mine six
Twelve six eighty nine when I came alive
Born sinner, but a winner in this game of life
All the losses made me nice, let me say it twice
All the losses made me nice foo
Flyest nigga on the mic foo
I could take him all to flight school
Business private like a white school
Go time, I get right to it
Dark corners in the hood, I just put a little light to it
Cookin' up, I got the life fluid
Listen, baby, I'ma own it
When I drop, I got the rights to it
Cuttin' up, bitch, I'ma knife through it
Young nigga, stay sharp on your grizzy and get right to it
Go time