Intro lyrics

Yeah man
Aye these n*ggas must've forgot n*gga
n*gga I’m King of these streets n*gga
f*ck you talkin' bout n*gga
Nawf Dallas Texas n*gga, Gangland

Do we got a problem n*gga?
What's poppin' fam?
We can do this sh*t right now
You know how I get down
(Aye how you get down 3)
Beat a n*gga blue before I gun him down
Knock his face out of place with this .40
Til' he start jumpin' round
b*tch I’m from Nawf Dallas
Where we put bodies up underground
War ready wit choppas
I might run the play wit Uncle Sam, f*ck that
I heard that lil n*gga flexin' on Instagram
c*ck back, flip that lil n*gga til' that b*tch hit the ground
What's all the hatin' for?
Cuz we shinin' and gettin' rich as hell
.38, hit him so hard, gave that hoe sickle cell
A couple n*ggas switched up on mе
I’m glad they did foreal
Cuz look at me
On likе a b*tch, watch how I give em hell
They isolate my side of the city
You think we give a damn
This Gangland, Nawfganistan
Shoot til' the pistol jam
.44, Ready to ride on em when they be sleep
Ready to get up and hit up they street
I got killas who willing to do the whole ting
Feel like I’m ready to put on a beam
Go knock off a n*gga that feel that I’m weak
I trap with that .30, don’t f*ck with lil 3
I won't let a lil n*gga get stripes on a G
I’m ready to ride stand up and look in my eyes
Pull up and equip wit that iron
Deep in n*ggas minds, know that they hate me inside
But No, I won't stop til' I die
Set it off wit that fire
Bet it go BLOCKA BLOCKA
n*gga know that I gotcha
I rep for the mafia, team full of hittas
Watch how they chop em up
You thinkin' they stoppin' us (nope)
That is lie, f*ck their apology
For thinkin' that these rappers in Dallas was somewhat hot as me
Come shop wit 3
I’m right around the corner where my lil patnas be
I don’t dance but in yo hoe pus*y I might just Bobby V
They say that lil n*gga too gangsta
He always talkin' street
They say I’m hot head but I just ain't friendly
That’s just how I be
V.I.P full of bad b*tches, I’m wit a flock of freaks
And know this, I will beat b*tch thinkin' she plottin' on me
My n*ggas say, f*ck all that cappin' lil b*tch you got the streets
I told him this, since I start rappin' these n*ggas think I’m weak
(Foreal n*gga, sh*t man wipe blood off my mudaf*ckin' gun n*gga, I done pistol whip this b*tch ass n*gga for 25 minutes straight n*gga, get the f*ck out the spot now n*gga, f*ck you talkin' bout)

Red bandana round my head like an Indian
This a gangsta party so ain't no getting in, getting it
These hoes say I’m wrong it never fail
I tried to hit the friend
God let me make it home tonight I know they wanna kill me
And everythang a n*gga talkin' bout
Just know I really live
And every shooter that you see around me know they really will
Knock a n*gga spine outta his back when I say so
n*gga I ain't lyin' in none of my raps
You ain't safe hoe
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin b*tch ass n*gga real talk
Osama3Ladin, n*gga