500 Homicides

Oh, these **** ain't gangster

Stay tryna take my lil' homie off the streets, huh

Free Nine, bitch

We still got real **** out here

So everybody gangster now, huh?

Where you from, ****?

Free the guys, man

You ain't from where we from

Yeah, I told my **** we gon' make it, man

It's a fucking movement, man

We a fucking family, we ain't a gang

OTF

Squad

These **** is bitches, getting info from bitches

Go and tell to the piggies, I'm tryna get riches

And stand on that business

Three broke **** snitching, my case almost over

You lucky it wasn't pending

I put two in his lemon, this four-five a limit

Extended clip for his ****

And he ain't shit to his ****

We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's

Just know the ops ain't never safe

Load up the Glock and reload the eight

Do a drill on the op, no clones, I see dots

ACG's, Free the Guys shirt and one pair of rocks

I'm on the block, hope my tape don't flop

And it go gold when it drop

I'm not a liar, start D'ing 'em baggies

And we risking indictment

Just to flier than a first class ticket

United, Three Hunnid, the riot

Murder, murder, kill, kill, in a jam I'll never squeal

My label only time I deal

I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes

Four's and the **** under Neal

Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel

Dreaming 'bout a hunnid mill, step on that curb with a hunnid pills

Western Union money to bro and them, in his cell doing twenty years

And I lost a couple of these **** and they ain't never seen twenty years

Bro and them died when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around

Slide through every op's block and we op shot till they not around

What's up with this Twitter beef?

Thought we was keeping it in the streets

They mad I'm in the winner's seat

From the summer time to the winter breeze

And chopper squeeze, bitch, go blat-blat-blat

I ain't even gotta rap, rap, rap

Rex nem in the trap, trap, trap

One time, no light bulb, bro and 'em got a lamp, lamp, lamp

Where you from, you ain't stamped, stamp, stamp

**** know we the champs, champs, champs

Got **** sneak dissing, it ain't rap

Make a real **** gotta spit facts

Got you **** saying, keep it only rap

That's how these old **** still on the map

Head shot, we ain't getting into that

**** telling, hands full of pens and pads

Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad

Do a hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi

Fuck a **** doubt me

All on my dick when they see me

Knowing this bitch wanna be me

Hell yeah, you could die over a retweet

I'm grabbing my pole, no Mimi

I can't see a **** like Stevie

I won't tell, I'll take me a BG

Let's get it

GANG