Letras
(Fingazz on the beat, haha)
Pull up to they block and we gon' air it out (Air it out)
L Boy, L Gang, I'ma say it proud (I'ma say it)
Tell me why you only with it when the gang around? (Huh?)
Yeah, the suckers down the street
I keep a thing around (Thing around)
I met your bitch on the 'Gram, now we hangin' out (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm really from the land, we gon' bang it out (Ayy)
Bitch, I pull up with the clan with them bangers out (Them bangers)
You used to say I ain't the man, you don't say it now
Free the gang, hella homies caught murder beefs (Free the gang)
Man, I'm used to hearin' people wanna murder me
Ayy, the clip hella long, it's a thirty piece
Ayy, the opps still talkin', it don't worry me
Ayy, them politics rough, they'll get at you (They'll get at you)
Man, them pussies better duck when we wiggle through (Better duck)
Got your baby mama trippin' in my livin' room
Why them rats tellin' tales? Man, it's pitiful
Ayy, you better ask the gang, bitch, I'm like that
Even if I'm to the neck, I'ma fight back
Bro tryna take a soul, get your life snatched
Tell me why they keep hatin', they ain't like that
Yeah, we posted in the hood, sippin' on Barbies
Bad bitch on me, but I'm busy, don't call me
Posted in the hood, sippin' on Barbies
Runnin' through the streets 'cause the streets keep callin'
Got the gang task mad 'cause I beat the case (Beat the case)
I had to do some walk-ups, I ain't leave a trace (I ain't leavin')
Ayy, pull up with the chop, I'ma rearrange (Switch it)
They was hangin' on the block 'til the reaper came
Nah, I don't trust shit, bring the weapon in
Ayy, I'm steppin' on your steppers when I'm steppin' in
Had to bust down the door, they wouldn't let me in
I be twistin' up my fingers, do you comprehend?
I be twistin' up my fingers 'cause I'm from the gang (Gang)
Yeah, I grew up hella fast, I had to earn a name (Hella fast)
Hella hot up in my city, gotta keep a flame (Keep a flame)
Can't change, guess I'm stuck up in my evil ways