A To C E

Look. 'Bout to keep it real. Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with You, you stuck with me. I can't even hear My thoughts, how loud this bitch keep sucking me. We skip that letter A to C, my niggas Crip, that's how it be. I don't know them Niggas that tell them niggas they tougher, please Don't play with me. Want beef? Okay with me. That smoke? That shit be free. My young niggas on go For that two-oh, I'ma just pay the fee. I know these niggas heard of me from Forest Heights up Ella I don't move around with a Lot of niggas, if I shoot some shit, might Tell on me. Just put that head on me, That pussy ain't nothing, bitch. They hate my goons all in the party, they Say we on some other shit. Forty cal, tucking it, police come, run with it. Hit y'all mans all in the head, we tossing, Bitch, we done with this. Izzy on some hot Shit, Izzy on some opp shit. Nah, bitch, you fucking with them niggas I don't Rock with. Y'all be on some cop shit, tell Them boys we shooting first. Diss his homie in a song, whole time that Boy knew the verse. You wanna fuck with me? Hit the road with me, I got the bail. You want a quarter key? You want a quarter P? I got the scale. I can't work with Joe, he too lazy, moving Like a snail. Brodie just got home, he on Niggas' ass like he in jail. Left wrist VVS, niggas cap, Mitch Ness. When we step, please don't test us. Ass fat, she from Texas. Niggas don't play with me 'cause niggas know this Shit ain't fake, my boy. Hopping out with Dracs, I wanna see how this bitch shake, my boy. Let me hit her next, I'm tryna see how That bitch shake, my boy. We both had head Or raw, so please don't tell me that bitch Late, my boy. Nasty, I don't know what these Bitches thought, but please don't put it past me. Ass cheek, one hand, the left one on the Track, please. What's happening, though? G Perico. BandHunna Izzy. Third letter bangers, you know what I'm saying? Keep one in the chamber. Danger. These Marc Versace shades covering up my eyelids. In the streets, it ain't no peace 'cause all My city know it's violence. We gon' take 'em on a chase if the Police get behind us. Out of town, they call Him 12, in LA, they call him Johnny. What make niggas get they act right? Flatlines. Leave your cellphone at home 'cause it be Pinging off the satellite. Baby make my toes curl unlock the way she Suck my dick. If I gotta use a rubber, Then I'm probably not gon' hit. Nasty. I was blowing kisses when I caught the Bitch in traffic. She was sending texts like, "G, let me have It." I ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm ratchet. When it come to this Crip shit, Bitch, I'm a classic. Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with You, you stuck with me. I can't even hear My thoughts, how loud this bitch keep sucking me. We skip that letter A to C, my niggas Crip, that's how it be. I don't know them Niggas that tell them niggas they tougher, please Don't play with me. Want beef? Okay with me. That smoke? That shit be free. My young niggas on go for that two-oh, I'ma Just pay the fee. I know these niggas heard Of me from Forest Heights up Ella T. I don't move around with a lot of niggas, If I shoot some shit, might tell on me. Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't Nothing, bitch. They hate my goons all in the Party, they say we on some other shit. Forty cal, tucking it, police come, run with it. Hit y'all mans all in the head, we tossing, Bitch, we done with this.