Round 1 E

Yo. If I ever take an L, I hit the Streets and get it back. If I don't get it off the rap, then It's back to selling packs. I just say the word and have my shooters On attack. I got a hungry little nigga, Probably do you for a wrap. They be talking this and that, but these niggas Don't fool us. Sliding in that dinger with my Hitter, got the tool tucked. I heard these hoes wanna really show the crew Love. You looking thirsty over there, We'll send a few cuts. That's how we do stuff, no fronting over here, Bitch. And once I take off, you know I'm Going clear, bitch. I don't wanna hear shit that Ain't about a pound note. Let couple rounds go and knock a nigga out Cold. I'm a--I'm about road. Nigga, what's your life 'bout? And I got big bag Hollow with me right Now. Pipe down or it's pipes out. Like I told man, I'm popping. I don't like that nigga's tone, so my nigga Shot him. Ask my niggas 'bout it 'cause I Know they ain't forgotten. We done made niggas move home 'cause we on 'em. And he'll be doing ten toes if we Spot him. And I ain't running with it yet, I'm just jogging. Light work, light work. Got a big kick on it, I might feel A slight jerk. Niggas had it for a bit, But I guess it's my turn. Lucky for them niggas, I was doing my burst, Yeah. Yeah. O-o-OG, back on Mackle. 'Cause I'm on that A$AP nigga, back on Flacko. Man don't bring that thriller shit, I'm back on Jacko. Had it out broad day, back it rago. Back it racks, back it rago. It's just me and Mackey, nigga, that collabo. Niggas got me paranoid and fucking narrow. Went and took the wheel off of the fucking Barrow. When the, when the dogs reach, we ain't talking, Finna dog speak. Watch your pricks jump, watch the frogs leap. They gon' get bit from the dogs' teeth. Man are out there, we don't dodge beef. Notice one talk and the odd speech. Niggas never on job when the odds deep. Man'll make the corn cobs lift from off seats. Ski-skinny niggas, hella skinny. We ain't Mickey Mouse, niggas are never Minnie. When we get to peppering, expect the chilies. Made them little Peckham niggas shell 'em silly. Little Tommy niggas ain't respecting Jimmy. Hollow on that billion, so respect the billy. Bust the hell up, niggas like, "Yo, what's the Dealy?" I still keep them killers 'round me, Get the killies. Niggas never bluffing, Niggas never bluffing. Always on that talking, niggas never nothing. I come from the jungle where it's next to Nothing. Niggas want that chicken, Niggas never stuffing. I'm just in the background, 'round the back, I'm Puffing. I just got the buzz and I said, "Saj, let's buck 'em." Niggas get to blicking, Niggas get to bucking. Niggas want the money, but it's never up in. Yeah. Ah. Real gangster music. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Pow, pow, pow, pow.