[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
You keep talkin' bout that clique and shit
I see that pussy in your eyes
Why you lyin’? You ain't tryin’ ride you ain't tryin’ slide
If they put us on the news n***a you ain't tryin’ hide
You gon turn yourself in you pussy n***a close your thighs
I ain't lacking i don't ever close my eyes
Every time i close my eyes I see OG Bob die
And every time I trust a n***a I get snaked out every time
That’s why I say fuck a n***a man I don’t got the time
I don’t got the patience for disloyalty and lies
N***as shootin’ for no reason it’s a reason why we slide
You bout to go to trial n***a hold your chin up
We got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner
They done killed my n***a dre that shit was in the way
N***as fallout everyday don’t show em where you stay
First n***a I robbed fucked up and showed fool the safe
He came home the next day errything out of place
I’m hungry I want millions I want foreigns
Give this everything i got we working early in the mornings
We outside when it’s late we ain’t hiding
Pull up on em
I’m beefing harder than a bitch
I gotta keep that thang up on me
Real n***as rare
Counted on some n***as (huh) and n***as wasn’t there
Ran out the house, what the fuck? That n***a wasn’t there
So when I seen him put bullets all in that n***a head
Largo Road made me a soldier, n***a I'm right there
The streets not fair
The streets not fair
We gon keep shooting til the judge give our ass the chair
Keep them tools come get repaired
I be counting up the dead
I was bout to grab the uzi, but I grabbed the mac instead
Uh, I can’t believe what this n***a said
He told them peoples what we fucking did
This n***a tryin’ give me a hunnit years
Now I gotta put a bomb on his muva head
My Glock black, but my coat red
Coke white I'm a trappa bitch I’m bout my bread
This that Gucci ucci
Come and check the thread
My n***as do ya boosie
I can’t control my friends
[Verse 2: Duffle Bag Boog]
I lost my right hand man it fucked me up inside
I was locked up in my cell I couldn’t even slide (Damn)
N***as want me dead, so I gotta keep that iron
Rather do time than handle my mother crying
How the fuck that boy a shooter he ain’t never slide
Man respect man can’t even look me in my eyes
OG Rich Shoota bitch we live a life of crime
He said he need a molly brick I said I need a [?]
God Damn
Here we go again with the bull shit
Riding in the coop, but we got a hunnit in this bitch
Max got the dog in man we on that ova shit
You bet not walk up in my section getting punished in this bitch
All black hoodie remember me and Don on that mission
Pop another dom man that shit be fucking with me
Swerving in traffic n***a I got about a hunnit fifty
If it ain’t gang n***a anybody can get it