[Intro]
How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?)
Most these rap niggas on some ho shit
How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?)
Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (DJ Bandz!)
How goin' to school gone teach more shit
And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?
Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (DJ Bandz, man, we mean business!)
How goin' to school gone teach more shit
(Had to separate myself from these fuck niggas, man)
And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?
(Everything I do epic)
(LA talk to 'em, bro)
[Bridge]
L'A Capone speakin', man (Stack or Starve, nigga)
Team 600
You know we mean the mothafuckin' business, man, and I'm in the Chiraq, man
Shoutout that boy DJ Bandz, man, salute, salute, we be in the building
Niggas know how I'm comin', man
You know, I just gotta separate myself, man
From all this fufu shit (Already know, man)
It's a lot of fufu shit goin' on 'round here, kid
(How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?)
You hear me?
[Verse 1]
How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?)
Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (Get outta here)
How goin' to school gone teach more shit
And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit? (She lied)
I guess I'm just stuck on that street shit
Niggas mad cause we ball on that Heat shit
And everyday, I pop out on some flee shit
I love designer, that's me, shit
How you talkin' to hoes 'bout bronem
Why you talkin' to hoes 'bout bronem
Pillow-talkin', we gotta expose him (Haha)
If he got them oz, then we poke him
L'A too real, you can't clone him
You ain't talkin' no bands, then don't phone him (Don't be call me, shit)
Two-tone chrome under the True shirt
Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt
I don't like no dramatic bitch
So I just separate myself from shit
If you post up, I hope you brought your kit
Cause I'm woundin' cats when that chopper spit
Lil Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out
He'll kill 'em, I ain't lyin', heard it from the horse mouth
Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, another route
Hit a stain for the shit, made it flip, another house
Young nigga hood, but I'm tryna make it out
Meanwhile, these guys tryin' to get clout
Ridin' through the hood, we let 30s hang out
And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out (6 double O)
Fuck talkin' tough, nigga, we can bang out
It was rainin' out when my mom put me out (That shit fucked up)
But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout
It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out (Pow pow)
I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch bitch
Some raw little chick who ain't did no dick
So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist
Got a whole lot of shit, none for a bitch
My name hold weight so niggas wanna kick
Call up the lean man, need another six (Leanin')
Hit another stain then do another hit
Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit
[Bridge]
Hahah, I be high as fuck, man
That shit crazy
Niggas know how I'm comin'
Squad, sqaud, squad
Ha
[Verse 2]
We don't tolerate bitch-ness (Nah)
Sneak diss bad for your fitness
Better get this, hit your block up, leave no witness
25 shots, that's Christmas (Merry Christmas)
Got a handful of niggas on hitlists
I made this here for the bitches
And the snitches, and the lames (Lames, lames, lames, lames)
Brick nigga, stay in your lane
Only so long 'fore a nigga get changed
All the opps wanna put dirt on my name
I'ma still be the same (Niggas know how I rock)
You can keep the change
Ain't too many young niggas in the game that can say they ain't never been a motherfuckin' lame (I know you niggas, man)
I watched these niggas get bitched by the gang
It's levels to this shit, mane
[Outro]
6-O, haha, bang
Yeah, man (Squad)
Free D-rose (Squad, squad, squad, squad)
Numbanine, what up, bro? (What up, bro?)
Free all them niggas, man (Free the guys, man)
Cdai, what up, bro? (Squad, squad, squad)
Free Lil-Dee (Let's get it, squad, let's get it)