[Verse 1: Dave Prime]
Juugin' with my pants down
Beeper with the handheld
Flagging like July 4
Thinking it's what Cam felt
Fubu jersey matte black
Static in the hatchback
Kamikaze bomber jacket on me you can snap that
Ain't you gonna clap yet
[Verse 2: Archie Blocka]
I put the hash up then stuck your man up
The gun blammer, invade a nigga crib with no manners
Punch a nigga neck until he catches throat cancer
Why you hugging me shorty I'm not a romantic
[Verse 3: Dave Prime]
I ain't romantic, type to get the hoes clapping, fuck rapping
Beats harder than my own antics
Slow dancing with the chrome, show em how I did shit
Frontin like I ain't did shit
Getting that nigga wig split
[Verse 4: Archie Blocka]
Spliff split, avoiding commitment like it was bird shit
Lazy boy, you ain’t making nothing cause that’s your world kid
You ain't saying nothing because your boys here
Toys flare, if I’m vexed, you gon catch a Malcolm X/
[Skit: Magic Williams]
Yo yo yo
I dont know if y’all know this ...
But niggas is lowkey tryna chill right now
And y’all really doing this rap shit
I'ma need y’all to take it down a couple notches aiight?
Aiight its all love
"Yo suck my dick, nigga"
[Verse 5: Archie Blocka]
No contest we real grimy
Prius riding, niggas driving down 85 and doing 90
If you want a fade, then run it by me
Run up in your crib and feed your mother poison ivy
Long jacket, inspector gadget
Got me gassed
My ego large enough to fit a magnum
Moving dolo but holding handguns
When 4 4 enter the room, nigga you standing
Hold your dog for ransom
[Verse 6: Dave Prime]
Niggas was rolling they r's
I was just crossing my t's
Pulling up with the AR
Niggas ain't talking to me
All of my niggas is strong
Pulling up 22 deep
Posted up crossing my arms
Fuck was you thinking my g
Keep all the movement discreet
[Verse 7: Archie Blocka]
I had the loud in my bag
Bria got shots in his ass
Shea Butter whippin a Jag
You niggas lie in your raps
I just embellish the facts
Open carry like I don't think I'm black, nigga
I act like a god
[Verse 8: Dave Prime & Archie Blocka]
Niggas was down for the cause
I was just doing my part
Gimme my split of the cut
I need a rack for a bar
Buick need button to start
Polo tee buttoned it up
Zoom out the parking garage
Flew out to get me a nut
I'm fire don't tell me I'm not
Cause I'll put a knot in your head
Big as the bottles we pop
Freezer inside of the trunk
I think I like violence too much/
Hands are for you, you and you/
But nigga I'm nice with a gun/
Shit getting squeezed like my juice
... box
[Verse 9: Dave Prime]
My Latina mommy give me besos
Hiding in m home away from home until the case close
Sipping on horchata
Grabbing on my huevos
Take all of the chips then dip like queso
Cheesing from cheek to cheek
Dance like I need to pee
Bands up in my pockets like I’m tying my beady beads
Hands inside my pockets so them coppers ain't feeling me
Catch me bringing hammers to that brawl like I’m Dedede, nigga
Fuck em on DVD
Fuck em on CNN
I got fuck on my Jesus piece
Fuck em like Lisa Ann
Ducking me be the plan
*gun sounds* Get your mans
Got me feeling testy if I don't need him Ill kill him then
The fuck is up nigga
[Skit: Magic Williams & Archie Blocka]
My nigga
Chill the fuck out, come on yo
We got kids in this shit
Y’all niggas always tryna spit
13s and fuckin 32’s and 64s
What the fuck
Naw nigga fuck that!