Letras
Look, pledge allegiance, my middle finger up like fuck polices
Duke back, better hide your nieces
'Cause I'm zoned out trippin' on percs and lean
When I was 13 I could work the Nina
Just a young nigga tryna fuck Celine
I done did dirt just to bring the team up
So now I bring the team just to fuck the scene up
Niggas know what's up
I'm in a Rover truckin' with a rollin' slut
She tryna pole me up
And when she dome me up, bet I'mma hold the butt
I bet that's why niggas wanna clone me, huh?
Bet that's why hoes be all on me, huh?
Best that you walk up slowly
Because I got it on me and niggas don't know me, bruh
I'm stuntin' on these niggas like I'm Dana Dane
Swervin' lane to lane, my niggas bangin' gangs
You niggas claimin' gangs, you niggas claim the gang
But never came to hang, so shit just ain't the same
And now we claim you lame, huh?
See, man, I came with flames
I tried to gain the name and then I made the name
Bitch, I ain't even wanna change the game
These niggas tellin' me the rules and never played the game
Now I'm lookin' like what the fuck?
I told you bitch niggas not to fuck with us
'Cause if you fuck with us, we got to fuck you up
Pull out the bucky buck and leave you buttoned up
We're just kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
We're just kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Real motherfucker from the set like what?
I'm yellin' out "groove"
Got your homies off, shit'll probably make the news
Everybody dead, this ain't April Fools, nigga
Playin' with your life
Flossin' all mornin', we'll get 'em tonight
Soon as you think it's cool, green light on sight
Hit 'em so hard, think God did it
I'm a fuckin' loc
You ain't gettin' money, you's a fuckin' joke
Nigga, what the fuck you mean?
TDE, bitch, motherfuck your team
Knock, knock, knock, nigga, clear the scene
Everybody gone, only took a minute
I had the Nina Glock that held nine to pop
I got nine to drop around nine o'clock
Uh, nigga, yeah, light the aux
Sell your granny shit, keep the foil hot
I'm lookin' for the fiends with the grimy socks
With the dirty nails and the curly tops
Uh, yeah, I'm gettin' rich tonight
Sell your pussy, bitch, you're gettin' pimped tonight
Yeah, make a right on Fig
Get your dick sucked, hundred bucks right on trick
Get guns, split wigs, yeah, kids
This world ain't give you shit
But pussy to your dick
Just take a short stack 'cause you might get sick
Cotton candy sweet as gold, let me see your pussy hole
Throw it back, clap it slow, show me why they call you ho
Bitch, I'm up, I know you know, tell me what you playin' for
Bitch, I ain't feelin' what you was feelin'
Bitch, is you with it? Bitch, I ain't with it
We're just kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
We're just kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Now bitch, just chill
This is how it is when the shit get real
Pistol grip in a Eggman whip
With a distant bitch on some pimpin' shit
Bars of rust, now tell them fuck niggas don't bother us
I rap with the strap, no robbin' us
And we ball like ain't nobody guardin' us
Start back, nigga
Chopper to your hairline, part that, nigga
You a bitch boy, where your heart at, nigga?
Small fish in the water where the sharks at, nigga?
Touch this, touch that
I bust first, you can't bust back
Racks on racks, yeah, I touch that
I ride Hemi while you walkin' with your bus pass
Nigga, fuck that, fuck this
No fuck shit 'cause I'm a YG
I be gettin' money
Swear the dollar sign is my ID
Say, my nigga, I know you niggas heard I don't play, my nigga
Next up out of CA, my nigga
I can shit on these rappers all day, my nigga
Yay-yay, my nigga
Money Team flow, Ray J, my nigga
That's a joke, nigga, laugh
Dirty money, shawty puttin' hundreds in the bag
Diss 'bout mine and we runnin' in your lab
F10 front line, niggas gunnin' for your ass
Got a groove nigga with me, that's a who?
From the 50s, Inglewood though
F's in the rules from the B
Make a diss 'bout mine and we runnin' in your lab
F10 front line, niggas gunnin' for your ass
Got a groove nigga with me, that's a who?
From the 50s, Inglewood though
F's in the rules from the B