Backstabbing Freak E

Get 'em Up, motherfucker, get up. motherfucker, get 'em Y'all boys don't wanna fuck with us. Bitch, the hype, we be ballin', twelve ballin', Bustin' heads, hear 'em tossin'. Get out of line, we on the way, think They walkin'. Throwin' the sign while at the hoes And they hawlin'. Son of the Rico team, Yeah, we When we see you, yeah, The nigga straight fallin'. ESG, we hit the switch, no talkin'. Triple six deep, back to back, double parkin'. Pour this rain, twenty inches, become a pain. We kickin' the bitch with the big butt, we Blowin' brain. Pullin' rank, cash the at the bank, I'm pullin' this Hank. The hoes see me in The fade, they holler and thank. Too black and hazardous, they feelin' on me, come And get I got the money in my eyes And the face to match. Step back, you'll be Just like when they throwin' them rocks. Yeah, boss, the definition of loss, we straight Ballin'. Gang and totin', moldin', shot callin', Hate to walk in. Flauntin', hip tossin', pipe bombin', Servin' it to, uh, so long. Well, it ain't a cool gang unless ready to Ball up, ball up. Steppin', strappin', clappin' them from the block, Bruh. From gettin' it on, bruh, I got the Killer heat on us. So suck your dawg up, About to pop, bitch, and bow up. And floss up, my motherfuckin' hood on shit. Seventeen inches blinkin' on my Rico. Like E, send me, motherfucker, just in case you People. Na, na, now we be on that Lamborghini. Get 'em up, motherfucker, get 'em Get 'em up, Motherfucker, get 'em up. Y'all boys don't wanna fuck With us. Get 'em Up, 'em up. Get 'em up, nigga. Get 'em 'em up. Get 'em motherfucker, get up. Y'all boys don't wanna fuck with us.