Hahahahaha
Where we at?
Jackson, LAX
Blockworks, let's get it
Sliding with a fifty, Van Dykin' with my sissy
Sippin' dirty Sprite, pouring out the pint until I'm pissy
Count to five Mississippi, .30 parkin', I'm outside with a stiffy
Shit, I might just go live with a bricky
Me and Five in that Bentley with matching masterpieces
Got me plottin' on the richy, number five come with a fifty
Know these niggas wanna rob me, wanna stick me
Mad at me 'cause all their bitches wanna slop me, wanna lick me
That'll be the day we hand out expiration dates, I hate it had to be that way
But be it as it may, you know it had to happen either way
Demon child, lot of bad habits and some evil traits
Mini-Drac, fully-automatic, let it eat his face
Them niggas' hoods you hiding in you thought was safe?
You tell 'em everything else, why you ain't tell 'em that you caught a case?
Wish you'd seen the look in his eyes when he saw my face
Knowing that I know what's going on, that's what you call a snake
I gotta thank God for keep cuttin' me all these breaks
On my last strike, ain't even got another law to break
Heard they caught him with the bag, and he talked to Jake
Now all these niggas get mad, wanna fight, should've fought his case
These niggas super flawed
Me and DD moved the raw, got Titi sniffing through a straw
Jackie bangin' needles, uncle Eddie, he was smackin' glass
But he smoking proper, he so shy that he can't catch a drag
Half a slab, bleed a nigga block just like a maxi pad
Action packed, brodie cut shit down just like a battle axe
Nigga drop my name, he gettin' mowed, run and title that
Caught two bricks of cocaine, three bricks of blow, that's a travel pack
Used to work the grave shift, boiling mayonnaise on me
All these band-aids on me, that's a first-aid kit
Niggas know we purge and we grave dig
Parking them sixes in a row like a class of first grade kids
Them niggas' hoods you hiding in you thought was safe?
You tell 'em everything else, why you ain't tell 'em that you caught a case?
Wish you'd seen the look in his eyes when he saw my face
Knowing that I know what's going on, that's what you call a snake
I gotta thank God for keep cuttin' me all these breaks
On my last strike, ain't even got another law to break
Heard they caught him with the bag, and he talked to Jake
Now all these niggas get mad, wanna fight, should've fought his case
Hahahahaha
