Gang Baby

These boys got elevated

Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy

JR, you trippin

Dirty cutter, I get caught with it, state property

Gang baby, I was locked down up in Lake Providence

Fresh out the pen', lead in that pen, you could ride to this

Real gun smoke, them niggas know they hide from this

I wet the whole Chevelle, been on they trail

Bitch, you better not tell, I got shit for sell

Plus I got some shit that ring your bell

Say it won't never fail

That package that I sent, handle with care

Put that on the scale, need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale

Uh, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, I'm up now

Ayy, I heard them niggas out here watchin' 'cause I'm on now

Uh, they heard I got that dope so now they tappin' phones now

Uh, they see that paper so they won't leave me alone now

Fuck it though

Fuck the feds, I'ma be the one that's gon' kick down your door

You can't hear me when I'm creepin' cause I'm on my tippy toes

This .40 leave you stiffer than a fucked ho

All we inhale is gun smoke, watch action from the front row, yeah

I'ma hop out in the party, I'ma kill you and your kinfolk

I leave a nigga down and leave him red like some hot cheetos

And if you speak on me, don't give a fuck if you my people

I'ma roll a nigga up like I was rollin' up a taco

Fuck it, hop out, make 'em Glocks blow

And bitch, this choppa got a stock on it

No serial code, but I pull up in a lockout

Punish him, I hit him up like I was Tupac, though

Trigger finger itchin' to squeeze it, this gon' fuck your dawg

Uh, okay, PY 'dem, where them straps? Yeah, I'm back, yeah

Don't give a fuck 'bout what you say

Because I know that it's all cap, yeah

Uh, I run it up a couple laps, yeah

I spinned the block too many times

But fuck that shit, youngin', I might just double-back, yeah

Okay, bing bong, bullets hittin' everywhere they ricochet

I'm a menace to society, I'm hated by the ministry

Okay, them bullets burn