[Intro]
I ain't gon' lie, this mufucka classic right here. I ain't even gon' lie to you, I ain't gon' lie, when I hear the music man that shit, that shit slap, that shit give me the chills, you feel me? I know y'all know that mufuckin' feeling you feel me. Mufuckas spitting that real, you feel me? Or a mufucka gassing, you feel me? Mufucka get goosebumps, you feel me? That's how I be feeling, you feel me? When I hear something, you feel me? That's something serious. This shit right here, this shit something serious. N***a pay attention n***a, on the gang

[Verse]
And what you bitch n***as saying?
I'll slide down and leave a bitch n***a nameless
Oh, or leave a bitch n***a famous
A hundrеd something shots a make a n***a hit the matrix
A hundrеd something shots a make a n***a count his blessings
OT with the, now I'm up like I'm restless
She like, "You just wanna get your nut." Bitch you guessed it
Well shit, let's get straight to the point since you said it
Uh, ol' smart ass bitch
Catch me a opp then his car getting flipped
N***a, who you startling with?
Shout out SOB they are part of the clique on the gang
Watch how I pick this shit up n***a, right where I left off
N***a on the gang n***a, I ain't never left
N***a watch this
Bitch it's DaBoii, I'm the heart of the clique
Still in the streets though I'm scarfing and shit
Boy your ray fake and I'm stars in the city
N***a you a ho, not far from a bitch
When I hear the music, I get my groove on
They been waiting for me to drop, it's been too long
I like my Glocks all black never two toned
I been shitting on you n***as get my poop on
Turn the roof on, I meant take it down
Put a, on a, it won't make a sound
Put me, in a, I won't make a sound
And I ain't talkin' sirloin what we stacking now
I ain't talking 'bout a plan when we plot n***a
Like bruh was too heavy, drop the n***a
Coulda got the n***a gone he had gonner wit' 'em
Yeah it's tints on the buffs but I'm watching n***as
N***a you ain't getting high, that's a Black & Mild
N***a shout out to the real 'cause we back in style
My white boy pale as shit, still be blacking out
If you wanna make me proud, bring me back a thou'
Wanna have me satisfied? Bring me back ten
And If I don't got that strap, fuck it, back hand
Shook my ex in the club hmm back spin
Bitch don't pull off yet, King ain't strapped in
I ain't coming to the club ain't no straps in
I thought you cared about your life? Why you lack then?
Point this bitch at your foot, n***a tap dance
Get on the beat and I eat like a fat man
Or get on when I eat like I'm Pac-Man
N***a strictly only brothers, I don't have friends
Wanna come to the V? N***a tap in
All my n***as stand in tar like we sacked Sims
And you can turn this bitch off bitch I'm still going
Tucked a, in my drawls, bitch it's still showing
I ain't smoked since last night bitch I'm still loaded
All I do is pop a Perc, now I feel focused
What the fuck is a goat? Bitch I eat them
And if that shit was on the floor you would sleep in
I'll put the strap down, we can be men
But you still a whole bitch, let that sink in
When I lost Shied, made my heart bleed
Make him come up out his chain and his car keys
This ain't no mothafuckin zan this a RP
Still be fucking with them Crips ah, RP
Boy your Benz a '05, you is not stunting
N***a I'll double back, I forgot something
I got love for the streets, learned a lot from it
N***a even til' this day on the block thugging
N***a I can never slip, on the block clutching
Ain't no sign on this here, still a stop something
How y'all n***as want smoke but y'all not puffing
From the front to the back they like stop cutting
Yeah, bitch I'm back on
N***a shout out to the Glock, that's my backbone
Bitch I'm way too turnt to make a sad song
Why the fuck you in the field if your strap home?
Bitch