[Intro:]

Ay Jolo there's shooting outside

Ay Juce let me know somethin'

[Hook:]

Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who

Claiming that you really about that life I need proof

Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof

Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who

Claiming that you really about that life I need proof

Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof

Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

[Verse 1:]

I'm with some niggas that'll be quick to do you dirty

These niggas ain't outside ain't none of my niggas worried

Fully auto .30 mix his ass like a McFlurry

I'm trynna get this chicken can't you tell I'm in a hurry

You ain't no big dog, you just doing all the barking nigga

Drop that addie on my family we'll come fast and park it nigga

When you sit inside that cell you find out wherе your heart is nigga

Suckas ain't nowhere nеar our level we the hardest nigga

Only in the jewelry store when I don't go my gun

Ain't worried about the opps coming here they ain't buying none

I caught him in the alley, like Rickey he try to run

We shot the wrong nigga, all we do it is for fun

Ain't retired, I just calmed down, I gotta raise my son

Niggas say they want smoke don't think they got the lungs

Fell in love with these streets this bitch done got me sprung

And I ain't doing shows unless I bring my gun

[Hook:]

Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who

Claiming that you really about that life I need proof

Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof

Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who

Claiming that you really about that life I need proof

Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof

Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

[Verse 2:]

They ain't never look for us them niggas playing defense

Accidental shooters my nigga it ain't no secret

It's up and if the auto is stuck, we just gon' leave it

Satisfaction every-time I see a sucka bleeding

These niggas know we're on their block they still ain't try to air it out

Catch them on the 'Gram but on the streets where is their whereabouts

They ain't got no streets or no blocks we would've teared it down

Making hella diss songs now I still don't hear a sound

Hear your homie PCed up [?]

False claiming bodies on us, these niggas hoes

I don't even do my own laundry I can not fold

[?], this telling is getting old

He ain't did shit for us that nigga gotta go

This war-time this nigga a goofy ain't got a pole

Every-where you see me around it's time to go

Ain't glorifying nothing, it's something we stand up for

[Hook:]

Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who

Claiming that you really about that life I need proof

Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof

Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who

Claiming that you really about that life I need proof

Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof

Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof