Stop Slandering My Name lyrics

[Intro]
Aye Jourdan
[?]
This how a n*gga be feelin' for real
You know every time I say I'm in my feelin's I'm on some gangster sh*t
Aye Cam, turn me up
And every n*gga with me thuggin' too n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Free the gang
Matter fact, free the Mob
We'll step on your mob too n*gga (Uh, uh, Mob)

[Chorus]
I woke up today tryin' hunt for some money
He coppin' on di*k so I served him a dummy
My whole damn life I was thuggin' in the jungle
And you can't name a n*gga that took somethin' from me
Only thing n*ggas took is a shot out this Glock
When I step in the kitchen the pack get rerocked
We ain't totin' no standard it's drums in the trap
Big scope on thе M4 hit him from afar
Make my young n*ggas slide then thе block gettin' f*cked up
If everybody get away n*ggas just lucked up
It's a deuce of that Wock' in my motherf*ckin' cup
When I don't drink syrup I be catchin' the bubble guts
We park in and hop in and walk in through any cut
[?] switch on the stick make him think it's a minigun
I don't rap about b*tches 'cause I done hit plenty of 'em
And that n*gga on di*k so I guess he my son
[Verse]
Put my Glock on whoever I don't care if he young
I can shoot from the three like my name Nick Young
Smokin' baseball bats and I slide for fun
That's just a short way to say that I slime for fun
If I see someone reachin' then I'm shootin' at anyone
When you get where I'm at you don't know how the enemy come
[?] get done
All I need my stick and my b*tch to go one-on-one
I'm geekin' to slide, I'm leanin' my seat back
I slid, and I ain't gon' lie n*ggas hit back
But we got the Drac's so we doublin' back
I bet when we comeback a n*gga get shot
It be b*tch-ass people playin' both sides
It's cool, but they gettin' left in between
I don't sit at no lights I don't stop at no stop signs
'Cause a n*gga might see me and leave me
Had to figure my life out
b*tch got the f*ck I was tired and I took a night out
Don't think I'm the one that will fight it out
He make a move while I'm tight and I'll whip the b*tch right out
And I bet you a n*gga ain't livin' now
We the young n*ggas who steppin' and do all the killin's now
We lettin' that murder game down
Drac' blew his ass out the water he was dead 'fore he hit the ground
[Chorus]
I woke up today tryin' hunt for some money
He coppin' on di*k so I served him a dummy
My whole damn life I was thuggin' in the jungle
And you can't name a n*gga that took somethin' from me
Only thing n*ggas took is a shot out this Glock
When I step in the kitchen the pack get rerocked
We ain't totin' no standard it's drums in the trap
Big scope on the M4 hit him from afar
Make my young n*ggas slide then the block gettin' f*cked up
If everybody get away n*ggas just lucked up
It's a deuce of that Wock' in my motherf*ckin' cup
When I don't drink syrup I be catchin' the bubble guts
We park in and hop in and walk in through any cut
[?] switch on the stick make him think it's a minigun
I don't rap about b*tches 'cause I done hit plenty of 'em
And that n*gga on di*k so I guess he my son