Lyrics
I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don't like to slide up on they block
'Cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different Glocks, three different Gen's
Pull up with my white boy
He gon' shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don't like to slide up on they block
'Cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different Glocks, three different Gen's
Pull up with my white boy
He gon' shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
The city know who up the score
Tryin' to see who next to go
Blame the bitch who made the post
Just like his partner, he got ghost
Bezzle Gang, free Double O
Sliding the max with Mexico
He got gas like Texaco
AR with a telescope
I'm in the booth off gas and lean
Cheddar tweaking, just popped a bean
In my hood, bitch, I'm the king
And I can't speak on what we seen
I call the shot, they knock you off
I took the risk, I paid the cost
We can't take another loss
It's they fault they threw the cross
You can't swim, you bound to drown
This Glizzy ain't never let me down
Investigation, didn't make a sound
Made my bond back on the town
Had to trade the fifty round
If I throw the lob, Lil Yo gon' slam
Promag on it, it's bound to jam
Damn Lil Ant, you let me down
I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don't like to slide up on they block
'Cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different Glocks, three different Gen's
Pull up with my white boy
He gon' shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don't like to slide up on they block
'Cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different Glocks, three different Gen's
Pull up with my white boy
He gon' shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
Shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
Don't spare none 'cause we kin
Aye, we snatched the car, we changed the VIN
Two Piru hoes and they was twins
Move on the block, he getting it in
Cartiers, I cracked the lens
Just got a load then bought a Benz
So much hate, it's hard to win
I can't even drive, I'm going sixty on the interstate
Damn Lil' Chris, I miss you
I swear to God, I hate I'd miss your wake
And I don't be making disses
This just be shit that I wanna say
Them bricks ain't hurt nobody
Why y'all shooting up houses anyway?
Why y'all shooting up houses anyway?
We can link up anyday
Can't take the plea, I'll fight the case
We knew that's them, we got the plates
Pull up and dumped, he got erased
Lil Yo sent shots out the K
You still survived, it's yo lucky day
Written by: EBG EJizzle, Eric Anderson
