What It Was

(Ay Delo, cook that shit up)

Gang

Long live Lil Jeff, long live Lil Scoom

(SlickDa3rd, go crazy)

Uh

Go, go

Bitch

Aight

Ten O’clock out lookin' for opps

They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em

Glock got switchy with a fifty

He got caught, boy what is you runnin' for?

Foenem got two sticks, they play them bitches more than a drummer

When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama

Big ass guns like we Osama

Shaq had lost his mama, that shit crazy

Damn we tired of drama

I keep popping percs, can’t feel my head

Damn I’m tired of trauma

We was on they ass for the whole week, better yet, the whole summer

Now labels love to write checks with commas

Still, I hate the bitch, wish I wore a condom

Ain’t got my shit together I’m just being honest

Chasing after coins like that **** Sonic

He ain’t did a drill, watch the **** vomit

**** ain’t real, feel it in my stomach

I be telling the truth stop me when I’m frontin'

She only love me when I’m in her stomach

Name a hoe who real, man these bitches nothin'

I can never cuff ‘em I just wanna fuck ‘em

Ten O’clock out lookin' for opps

They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em

Glock got switchy with a fifty

He got caught, boy what is you runnin' for?

Foenem got two sticks, they play them bitches more than a drummer

When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama

Big ass guns like we Osama

Two opps got caught that’s two-nothing

Lost my dog so it’s a red summer

Fall for anything, stand for nothing

Got my gun in public I’ll bust it

I shoot first, ain’t with the clutching

Stay in the crib, ain’t with the clubbing

Pop on the block, I’m with the thugs then

Lost my bro, I need a hug then

Love my bro, go up, you touch him

We kill shit, ain’t with the fussing

Wipe some baby ass in public

I been chasing after money

Bitch I got that sack, no fumbling

He don’t talk loud, he be mumbling

He don’t shoot guns, he be running

Get back gang, you know we coming

Neck on froze, you know I’m stunting

Plus I got some blue hundreds

Got a gun ain’t shoot nothing

I’m the type to buy your boo something

Say we into it, **** do something

He too tough, better loose up

They can’t wait for me to screw up

Still a bad boy but grew up

Ten O’clock out looking for opps

They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em

Glock got switchy with a fifty

He got caught, boy what is you runnin' for?

Foenem got two sticks, they play them bitches more than a drummer

When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama

Big ass guns like we Osama

Ten O’clock out lookin' for opps

They out on they block, then we gon' punish ‘em

Glock got switchy with a fifty

He got caught, boy what is you running for?

Foenem got two sticks, they play them bitches more than a drummer

When I’m in the 'Raq ride like Obama

Big ass guns like we Osama