Yeah man

Aye these niggas must've forgot nigga

Nigga I’m King of these streets nigga

Fuck you talkin' bout nigga

Nawf Dallas Texas nigga, Gangland

Do we got a problem nigga?

What's poppin' fam?

We can do this shit right now

You know how I get down

(Aye how you get down 3)

Beat a nigga blue before I gun him down

Knock his face out of place with this .40

Til' he start jumpin' round

Bitch I’m from Nawf Dallas

Where we put bodies up underground

War ready wit choppas

I might run the play wit Uncle Sam, fuck that

I heard that lil nigga flexin' on Instagram

Cock back, flip that lil nigga til' that bitch hit the ground

What's all the hatin' for?

Cuz we shinin' and gettin' rich as hell

.38, hit him so hard, gave that hoe sickle cell

A couple niggas switched up on mе

I’m glad they did foreal

Cuz look at me

On likе a bitch, watch how I give em hell

They isolate my side of the city

You think we give a damn

This Gangland, Nawfganistan

Shoot til' the pistol jam

.44, Ready to ride on em when they be sleep

Ready to get up and hit up they street

I got killas who willing to do the whole ting

Feel like I’m ready to put on a beam

Go knock off a nigga that feel that I’m weak

I trap with that .30, don’t fuck with lil 3

I won't let a lil nigga get stripes on a G

I’m ready to ride stand up and look in my eyes

Pull up and equip wit that iron

Deep in niggas minds, know that they hate me inside

But No, I won't stop til' I die

Set it off wit that fire

Bet it go BLOCKA BLOCKA

Nigga know that I gotcha

I rep for the mafia, team full of hittas

Watch how they chop em up

You thinkin' they stoppin' us (nope)

That is lie, fuck their apology

For thinkin' that these rappers in Dallas was somewhat hot as me

Come shop wit 3

I’m right around the corner where my lil patnas be

I don’t dance but in yo hoe pussy I might just Bobby V

They say that lil nigga too gangsta

He always talkin' street

They say I’m hot head but I just ain't friendly

That’s just how I be

V.I.P full of bad bitches, I’m wit a flock of freaks

And know this, I will beat bitch thinkin' she plottin' on me

My niggas say, fuck all that cappin' lil bitch you got the streets

I told him this, since I start rappin' these niggas think I’m weak

(Foreal nigga, shit man wipe blood off my mudafuckin' gun nigga, I done pistol whip this bitch ass nigga for 25 minutes straight nigga, get the fuck out the spot now nigga, fuck you talkin' bout)

Red bandana round my head like an Indian

This a gangsta party so ain't no getting in, getting it

These hoes say I’m wrong it never fail

I tried to hit the friend

God let me make it home tonight I know they wanna kill me

And everythang a nigga talkin' bout

Just know I really live

And every shooter that you see around me know they really will

Knock a nigga spine outta his back when I say so

Nigga I ain't lyin' in none of my raps

You ain't safe hoe

Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin

Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin

Whats happenin bitch ass nigga real talk

Osama3Ladin, nigga