Talkin' All That

Bitch, I'm from the nine

Yo hood ain't no realer

You the pussy ass **** livin' next to the killa

I'm the killa that moved outta the block

And head back to the hood, when I'm moving my rock

You can find me on a dark road, dark clothes

Yay in the console and God knows I make grip off blow

Shit, I could get rich of blows

My nation affiliation pitch forks I've chose

What the fuck you gonna do we bang back hammers

I'ma six point star in a gray bandanna

I'd die for this, ****, you rhyme for this

Pussy, I ride for this and did time for this

That's why I'm convinced you fear that I'm convicted

A 211 in soaps, and some gansta shit, man

Guess who gorillas leave tats and fragments

Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from cash

Pussy **** always talking that shit

What's your flag and who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, you can live in the hood and shit

But remember who you banging  with

I don't give a fuck, pussy **** talkin' all that shit

What's your flag and who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, you can live in the hood and shit

But remember who you banging with

I don't give a fuck

Tip, our levels are scarce

Piece a mere beast, who'll creep one deep

Slump seat, dump heat

**** scream fuck me, he love geek  when I blast it

I left respect enough for an open casket

Way to go Cashis, boost up my ego

Let loose, sunroof with my eagle

Folk of the century, rolling with peoples

The omen the sequel, the more they will see you

Close kin, Molotov, close to no skin

His mama pretends that she doesn't know him

I'm the reason for the whole say no slogan

Doped in folk and loc'ed in provoking

Got a brand new thing, with the scope in

Leave your family, with the wake for hosting

I'll collect enough snow, till my hands the aspens

I'm the realest **** 'round here, ask for Cashis, folk

Pussy **** always talking that shit

What your flag and who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, you can live in the hood and shit

But remember banging with

I don't give a fuck, pussy **** talkin' all that shit

What's your flag and who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, you can live in the hood and shit

But remember who you banging with

I don't give a fuck

Loading the cup, folk, loading it up tote

Hang fire up, I choke from the gun smoke

That's on the boss mane, my Nina Ross came

Place ganbangers into a coffin

This is renegades, Rick not really paid

Gave Cash pistols, now they milli sprayed

Full bricks of raw, ****, that's really weight

Raw, my work is fallin', now that's really cake

Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate

I'ma degenerate black bandit, living ape

**** dig in their pockets, like DJs dig in crates

If you cuffin' my profits, you gon' need to dish some cake

Heckler & Koch, and glass and vodka

I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch

Fo' thieves blow weed, plus sold OC

**** never son me, I was born OG fo

Pussy **** always talking that shit

What's your flag and who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, you can live in the hood and shit

But remember who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, pussy **** talkin' all that shit

What's your flag and who you banging with

I don't give a fuck, you can live in the hood and shit

But remember who you banging with

I don't give a fuck