IngleWeird lyrics

[Intro]
Anyone (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I want the flamer on, b*tch, I want two kills, n*gga, like
n*ggas ain't gettin' no money

[Verse]
And this sh*t gettin' Ingle-weird
I ain't f*ckin' with these n*ggas
n*gga, I'm the don, turn the whole Cali against you
Tie a n*gga up, he hang over, you'll be black dove
Hundred out the chop, try to box, he'll get whacked up
Bruce Lee kicks on the mop, knock his plugs out
He's a cult member, hang him up like a coat then
Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin'
The Ruler, I'm the don, n*ggas know that I'm a foolie
It's Forgis on the Dawn, only poor peoplе buy Rucci
In eight months for beatin' life, I got a million for rеcoupment
Talibans and they blood huntin', spinnin' with his kufi
Shoot somethin', they don't even be outside for me to do nothin'
I'm wearin' two kilos, get him whacked for a C-note
Think I'm Weezy F. Baby how he screamin', "Go, DJ"
The fireman, I burnt him, we ain't tryna hear them sermons
Y'all be giving when we pull up to them trenches with them fullies out
Turnin' party gang members into witnesses, who man is this? For real
How you join a gang when you twenty-five?
Drakeo, do they know with you it's do or die?
And when you fry all your opps, make it supersized
I think this n*gga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami
They let me in the club with my toolie hot
Stone a n*gga quick, I Medusafied him, get down
Thirty-three shots, Scottie Pip out, spin laps
Turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory
Just dance, Brian Pumper, pus*y n*gga, jump man
The Stinc Team run L.A., you gotta come better
Please take your hollow chains back to your one jeweler
It's time to set the play up, I'm a punt kicker
No-name n*ggas always wanna be a part of somethin'
Since n*ggas want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hundred
Know a lot of n*ggas told in Inglewood, y'all condonin' snitchin'
I just dropped fifty on a blind n*gga, he ain't see it comin'
Keep the homie name out your mouth 'fore white sheets be covers
Blow a n*gga toppings off of bread, it's a pizza party
n*ggas cold as f*ck even with a Boosie feature
Bygones be bygones, that wouldn't even do for Jesus
n*ggas sweet as buttercups, turn his ass to Reese's Pieces
Left a massacre in Neimans, if a pile was left, then clean it
You can take it how you want to, receive it, I'm a demon
Inglewood n*ggas weenies, I'ma felon, you a preacher
Talk to me, I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature
Shout-out Aubrey, that's my n*gga, realer than a lot of n*ggas
Don't run up on me with my jewelry, I be quick to pop a n*gga
Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me
[Outro]
sh*t
n*ggas know what's going on, we ain't goin' back and forth, know what I mean?
Uh, n*gga, I'll make everybody hate n*ggas, uh, man, you don't know?
Yeah, I am, I'm the truth, n*gga
My voice is strong, so
n*ggas shoulda been my friends
n*ggas cliquin' up and all that, n*gga
n*ggas didn't, I don't understand this sh*t, like
n*ggas don't like us but wanna rap like us, like
n*ggas wanna buy the same sh*t we do
n*ggas wanna go to the same jewelers as us
n*ggas can't get the same jewelry as us
Can't drive the same cars as us, like, n*gga, anyway
You know the truth, man, long live Jameon Davis and all that
Yeah, free Kellz, free Riley, all that, yeah, you know the truth