Lyrics
Seven days a week bitch I keep a Glock
Neva had a pops when it was time to bop (bop)
Don't talk about a flock if you ain't got a box
I was really in the field, tryna catch a opp
We gangbang bitch, this shit don't stop
Left a faggot **** leaking at the bus stop
**** snatched yo chain, why you ain't get cuh
Shit fuck it im strapped, I'm gon get cuh
We on some gang gang shit, neva split up
I just blew 10 ion know how the fuck I'm still up
Run it up, 13 cases they tried to watch me
Sock onna hoochie just for talking I'm finna park him
Big bang theory, 223's I'm tryna spark him
If he ain't from the gang then we gon starve him
Trash that bitch she gone her shit garbage
Why would I love onna bitch when I be charging
Why she in love with a crip knowing I'm scoring
Pull up and pop out with sticks I ain't giving warnings
You better duck or get hit
Silly **** thought it was it
Till I hit 5 onna lick
Ran to the johnnies and snitched
No we dont tolerate shit
So we go socking on lips
I rather ride with my crips
60s we taking yo shit (BOP)
Sways to the 109's
Maggots on 104
Tramps on 83rd, catch one getting flipped over
FN's shot up the vehicle watch them flip over
S Dome's whoever want static then we gone get on em
Home alone, nobody home then we gon' knock on him
Bop on him
Catch a opp lacking then we gon hollow him (HMM)
Tiny loc action im tryna squabble him
Knucklehead thinking I'm lonely i got a Glock on me
Poverty, **** came from nothing thats why im robbing him
6x10, 711 im tryna bop on him (HMM)
Written by: Ramone / Ramone / Ramone