Letras
Long live Fred, nigga, Chuckyy keep one in the head, nigga
I ain't never been in that bitch, so we ain't doin' that ever
We walk up on shit, we ain't come to plan a day, brrah
Lot of you niggas' time tickin'
First day I jumped off the porch
Had to bump my gun, that shit wasn't nothin' (rrah, rrah)
You niggas be speakin' on this and that
And don't know shit about nothin', it'll go down in public
Me, Milly D, D Savage in Bali
We ridin' in 'Lacs, AMGs and Hummers (you know that)
Any bitch in the world, I can point 'em out
You could point 'em out, guarantee I fucked her
You can hit a block, I'll hit a block
Let me out on the corner, I'm scorin' a bucket (come here, come here)
That's what I told my bronem, who the fuck is dude?
Get on him, alright, crush him (come here)
How we bail out the V, stand over
And fill him with rounds, shit lookin' disgustin'
Gang, switch gang, bail out the whip
Chuckyy lovin' the switch, we ain't doin' no tusslin'
Uh, every high-speed, we dust 'em
Chuckyy get off, that ain't no discussion
How did you think I was gonna be nothin'?
Look at me now, I done run up a hundred
Let off that fire, his adrenaline rushin'
Drac' hold a hundred, just keep on dumpin'
Chase shit down, boy, why is you runnin'?
Big .40 took a chunk out his stomach
I'ma get rich one day, my pockets already on overlay, Amiri jeans bustin'
We hit the block from like both ways
Twenty-two on the AP, niggas know I ain't duckin'
My mama sayin' it's too bad in the streets
She don't even know I'm the one causin' the ruckus
Spinnin' they shit 'til we catch one, bounce out
Wettin' shit up, boy, we smackin' the buckets
Gay-ass niggas, man, you know that, gang shit