[Verse: CB]
They ain't on none, when we come they run
Two bells in the pump, you don't wanna feel these slugs
He tried stunt with no gun and I called his bluff
Why the man there run, when they're talking tough
Jump out gang, I'll do it like I done it before
We made the pussio famous, had him on page four
I don't rap I live it, get round, that's waps or dippers
If I ain't said it already, I'm in love with spinners
Talk rideouts, we done plenty, bare times left the crime scene messy
All I wanna do is lurk, we got smoke and the corn come hefty
All you man do is words, don't lack for the corn get emptied
Treat the .38 spin like my wife and the Rambo come like my bestie
Everyday the gang takes risks, more time on the pagan strip
This ain't rap, this shit's what I live
Talk waps, yeah we load them sticks
Gun boys tryna take my gang, won't stop till they freed my batch
On my life these neeks ain't bad, they're just mad cah their boy turned amm'
They're just mad 'cause their boy turned pack
It weren't me, it weren't us, it weren't Stratty, it was probably Dag'
N***as know 'bout the gang, n***as know that we bang
On these punks, n***as know what we done
When we see 'em, they'll get bun
Tryna put 'em in the mud, gang