South Central 2 South East

Ay, ay

Ay

Gang

Look, bitch, we the gang

Walk up on 'em, who want problems with us?

Nigga on my head, so I gotta keep my shotta with me

Starin' at my gang tats, I almost popped a nigga

I'm from South Central with some Southeast Stockton niggas

40 in my jeans with the stick in my pocket, nigga

Trey Ray number six, he sticks like Bob the Builder

At the age of 14, start hangin' with known killers

Bitch, we bend the blocks, more skits than Lauren Miller

Ay, ay, still trippin' over gang signs

Don't act slow, we got the pole 'cause I'ma bang mine

Ooh-wee, dunk on a, ah, could've got hangtime

Ay, ay, bitch poppin' pussy all on FaceTime

Ain't tryna beef with no sucker on no internet

They block like the playground, we slide on they jets

Bitch, I'm from two-one, but I'm rockin' Nike 'cause I'm 'bout a check

Heard it wasn't a headshot, they aim for the neck

Free the pole busters

Bitch that I'm with bust ass, but she a known hustler

Set the play on you, look, nigga, don't get your dome snatched

Stole the ball from him, he don't never let his pole clap (ah, ah)

Free the pole busters

Bitch that I'm with bust ass, but she a known hustler

Set the play on you, look, nigga, don't get your dome snatched

Stole the ball from him, he don't never let his pole clap

I heard the Glock, I thought a fuck nigga said somethin'

I blew the whip and squirted plus like the feds comin'

I'm foreign body, we blow glizzy 'til this man's gushin'

We spray the tints so we can see 'em, they look too suspect

You speak 'bout Bacc, boy, you know you ain't never slid

You speak 'bout skits, but rap some shit you ain't never did

I hold the Glock like it's my last time seein' this bitch

I kiss the Trish like it's my last time kissin' this bitch

Guns in my mouth, get to dancin', watch you jerk

X-boy with this pole, you ain't know I go to work?

Oh, he a tough guy 'til we hit him where it hurt

That last, ah, woman drop sh, they ain't learn