TinyLoc Freestyle Pt. 4 lyrics

[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)

[Verse]
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, take her to the dark
Chase him down and get right with him, I'm hittin' my mark
Told that n*gga worry 'bout himself, I'ma do my part
When I hit the kennel, I went hard, you can check my chart
Screamin' you a trophy, takin' pictures with well-known marks
Told him keep the gang out his mouth 'cause he been was a mark
n*gga, you ain't really from the gang
Tiny, slap him, take his chain
Told the b*tch get on her knees and do her thing
Yeah, n*ggas get slapped for actin' strange
Other side spooked to hang 'cause it ain't safe
Hmm, we gon' come and put 'em in they place
Slid through, caught two, closed case
Don't ask me where I'm from 'cause the gang up on my face
n*gga always screamin' he important, but he ain't
The other side just put on two n*ggas, let's erase 'em
Told the homie quit cryin' over hoes, we'll replace 'em
How a n*gga mad at me 'cause his main b*tch ate the di*k?
Way a n*gga really bang the gang, yeah, I'm made for this
How a n*gga bang the gang for years get paid to snitch?
I'm the type of n*gga hit a three on some Laker sh*t
You the type of n*gga slide through pump fakin' and sh*t
We gon' bounce out and walk him down with the blick and sh*t
We gon' put the opp in the 'Wood and smoke that b*tch
b*tch better not try to set me up or I'm smokin' that b*tch
Walked in the county-jail tanks and did my sh*t
I'm the most important TinyLoc, I'll f*ck your b*tch
If I make one phone call, sh*t might get vicious
Told the homie let me out right here, I'ma handle my business
b*tch keep tryna kick me out the pus*y, I'm not even finished
Why the opps keep poppin' on the 'net and they know they not with it?
Hmm, now they done started something
Pullin' up and spark on something, pullin' out DeMarcus Cousins
f*ck around and kill your cousin, n*gga, I'm not goin' for nothing
Mini MAC just started blastin', I ain't even ask what happened
I'm not givin' any passes, I'm not cappin'
I don't even f*ck with maggots, I'll do them n*ggas tragic
I'll let them n*ggas have it, I'll f*ck around and slap 'em
f*ck around and grab 'em by they neck and chokeslam 'em
51st Street dudes ain't got no slappers
f*ck around and creep up on them from the back and back-slap 'em
And don't tell me where you from because it don't matter
You can tuck your chains all you want, we still gon' grab 'em
Ball up all you want, I'm still gon' slap you
Even if y'all come and kill a smoker, we goin' bananas
Met an opp in jail, when he get out, I'm still gon' clap him
Hmm, 'cause he still a b*tch
Hmm, and you still a snitch
Hmm, and I'm a thirsty Crip
n*ggas get killed every day, better mind your business (FBEAT go crazy)
Four years ain't change sh*t, b*tch, I'm still with it
Stop sayin' you spint with the switch, 'cause no you didn't
b*tch said, "Ayy, bae, what you want for Christmas?"
I just want a lawyer so that n*gga handle all the killings
[Outro]
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)