Chorus:
I do this sh*t here for the hood
We do not f*ck with you lames
I can see hate in ya face
Im off to the money im late
Im tryna go cop me a drop top
My young n*ggas yea they goin pop
I do this sh*t here for the hood
We do not f*ck with you lames
I can see hate in ya face
I hop in the coupe do the race
And take my n*ggas to the top
You run up n*gga you get popped
I do this sh*t here for the hood
Verse:
Try to run up n*gga you goin get popped boy
Chopper bullets rain like a thunderstorm
I get my load in for cheap
I got a brick in the car
b*tch dont you go pointing at me
You get a stick to ya jaw
Camo down with my gang feel like rambo
He dnt got it and i got it we goin share those
b*tch kuz we came from the streets
And im leaving with n*ggas that came in with me
We ain't wasting no time b*tch we playing for keeps
Got a chip on my shoulder and its staying with me
(Chorus)