Proper Etiquette lyrics

[Intro]
Go, go, go
On 50
50 done ran up, man
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' bout, man
Go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go
Go
Man, these n*ggas ain't really gang like that, man
Go, go, go
Go
Go, go
Go
On gang

[Verse]
I ain't tryna be between that crossfire
When my brother run from 12, he f*ckin up them tires
Pounds and them racks, what you gotta acquire
You usin' that knife, I got this Glock, boy, you must be Micheal Myers
Broke boy, boy, you better get hired
Big bands, I'm a multiplier
You said you're trapping, you're a f*cking liar
I'm a real n*gga, got the streets on fire
And I trap with a proper etiquette
He not real, man, his life be edited
f*ck 12, hope they don't find the evidence
He rolling that skimp blunt, like a skeleton
I'm living my life out so excellent
I trap out that damn house, yeah, the residence
I'm blowing that damn pack, it need development
I'm playing with them damn racks, it's an estimate
All of these n*ggas broke, they irrelevant
50 gang, in the room, I'm an elephant
In my city with my Glock, gotta represent
I walk in that Louis store, f*ck, what I spent?
That's yo b*tch? Man, I got yo b*tch bent
Broke n*gga, and his pockets got lint
I'm smoking Runtz, and you smoking the mid
I ain't lackin', boy, you n*ggas tripping
Too many b*tches, you think I'm pimping
He bought that Glock, just to f*cking fit in
Everything 50 over here
Designer sh*t, it's all over my gear
Survivor sh*t, I been thugging all year
I hit the Louis store, and you walk in Sears
Two cups, man, let's take a cheer
In my heart, I don't got no damn fear
2Pac, n*gga, I got the juice
Thinking bout the streets, I pour up a deuce
Kick sh*t in the trap, like I'm Bruce
Okay, that's yo b*tch?
What that b*tch wanna choose?
I'm a dog and I'm on the loose
He talking sh*t, what the f*ck he gone do?
I'm a young n*gga, ok, cool
Gettin' money, yeah, ok, cool
I'm smoking the best dope, ok, cool
Made a lil' play, ok, cool
On a finsta, yeah, ok, cool
Y'all act like my sister, sh*t ain't cool
[Outro]
Go, go, go, go