“24” (ft. Chris Velez) lyrics

(Intro)
(Gang)
(Big 3L)
(GDG n*gga stop playin with em)

(Chorus)
I done came up once before, let's go
When it took me a loss, damn, just like a man
n*gga don’t want no smoke with me
Imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
n*gga be talking all they sh*t like they really bout paper, but they ain't never seen 24 bands
Got a pocket with a rocket
Imma catch me a body
Whole clique from the boss
Really came from the sand

(Verse 1)
I was just in d (?)
Tryna hit me a lick, let's go
Windows tinted, 5%
Ain’t see then hit
When I ride through thе hood
Put a goal right here
If they think about snitching
b*tch, I'm a dеmon
All of my brothers got choppas and (?)
And I don't need a reason
Big 3L, might just f*ck out the season
For all of them nights, we still on the bleachers
(?) my n*gga, yeah, we made it from nothing
I'm nothing but (?), we stuck on the block
Tryna to find us a dime, to jiggle or sum
n*gga done fell off once, but I hopped back on
I don't want your love, I just need (?) gone
b*tch, I'm from Texas, throwing up 3 for the (?)
We don't talk about beef
We just leave em on stretchers
(Gang, gang, f*ck em)
(Imma talk my sh*t regardless, n*gga)
(By any means)
(I don't care who f*cking with me, big 3L, big dawg, GDG)
(Gang 4x)
(Chorus)
I done came up once before, let’s go
When it took me a loss, damn, just like a man
n*gga don’t want no smoke with me
Imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
n*gga be talking all they sh*t like they really bout paper, but they ain't never seen 24 bands
Got a pocket with a rocket
Imma catch me a body
Whole clique from the boss
Really came from the sand

(Verse 2)
Really came from the mud
I been slanging them drugs
I might pop up a four, kill a n*gga just because
If I took them from you
Then come get it in blood
Hit it with no mask on
I be high as a b*tch
Cause that gas strong
They won’t f*ck with my last song
Play with the gang
Send a diss, get your ass gone
(?) cause they know I got the pack on
b*tch, they all be competing with me
I got more sales than songs
I can't love on no b*tch
I told her “I'm sorry”
Just me and myself
So I'm clutching this .40
(Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)
Now a f*ck n*gga dead
b*tch, I don’t want to f*ck
I want me some head
Now y'all gotta eat, cause the whole team fed
I might kill a n*gga, cause I only see red
(Chorus)
I done came up once before, let's go
When it took me a loss, damn, just like a man
n*gga don't want no smoke with me
Imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
n*gga be talking all they sh*t like they really bout paper, but they ain't never seen 24 bands
Got a pocket with a rocket
Imma catch me a body
Whole clique from the boss
Really came from the sand