(Gang!)
(Grra, pow, pow, pow,)
Stay outta my way n*gga, we be ridin waves n*gga
You betta run cuz I'm her fav n*gga
I go over, she calls me babe n*gga
You dissin' on me, shooters heat yo face n*gga
Then I put you in yo' mothaf*ckin place
You cry cuz the felonies you face
You better run cuz you are a disgrace
Your mad cuz I'm setting a pace
I'm wild you'll die from the drugs I laced
We be riding in the same wave
Put you in a lame grave
f*ck you, God is the only one I'll save
Look at me trying to grow my fame
Go back to being a poor n*gga
I'm making up stock
Bye-Bye, f*ck you up wit a Glock
Black people show me love when I'm up on da block
It's the toughest ever when your on the top
250 on the grill spent the same on a watch
Won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on da cross
But you gotta break me off, if you don't
I'll catch ya slippin on the block
I sat on the roof started kicking off the moss
Curled up in a knot then forgotten on the spot
Give me room, in the womb, you better call the cops
I am just on this wave
With my mindset I'll pave
This n*gga is always on a crave
He likes b*tches and his riches
We'll pass him to the clique
Then he'll scream like a witch
I'll make him flinch
(Yeo, n*gga, let me hit him with the SWITCH!!!)
I will shoot this b*tch till my clip empty
Hook my lil bro with a f*cking semi
I will turn into GamB and make this mothaf*cker bleed
Feed him to the dogs and this f*ckin hog
This b*tch is f*cking stupid and we will let him sog
(Gang!)
(Grra, pow, pow, pow,)
Stay outta my way n*gga, we be ridin waves n*gga
You betta run cuz I'm her fav n*gga
I go over, she calls me babe n*gga
You dissin' on me, shooters heat yo face n*gga
Then I put you in yo' mothaf*ckin place
You cry cuz the felonies you face
You better run cuz you are a disgrace
Your mad cuz I'm setting a pace