Yeah Yeah

IMixNation for real (Denny, what you cookin' mane?)

They gotta understand I don't like games, I don't do too much playin' (too much playin')

Three little boys, three little girls, ****, I'm a grown ass man (boom)

Menace to society, I run the skreets, that's where I stand (where I stand)

Chest poked out, standin' on ten toes, bitch, what you sayin'?

I raised a lotta shooters, they beside me, they not under me

Cross tracks legend throwin' fours what they gonna be

So run, yeah (boom), got some hitters up there across the creek

And they gon' gun, yeah (and they gun)

Before I bought the J's up on my feet, we bought some guns, yeah (trap)

Rappin' just for fun, yeah

A certified member, plus my heart cold like December

And I'm runnin' with some killers (boom)

If I slide, I know they with me, traumatized from all this killin' (this killin')

People still call us the hitters, couple snakes and they got venom (boom)

Skreets cold for real

I'm in the hood, I know the fiends they gon' tell where you live (where you live)

Heard them LA boys come around the corner, all they know is drill

**** killin' who you love (who you love)

Paranoid from homicides, you faded out, you full of drugs (gang)

Put you in a gang, big homie changed, he ain't tell you what it was

Bodies drop, they full of slugs, hollow tips for runner-up

Bitch, I'm 'bout mine (boom), thuggin' on the north

These **** actin' like I ain't outside

And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline

And I'm totin' .45's, my brother aim legit, and he won't miss, he carry both .9's

Bitch, I'm 'bout mine, thuggin' on the north

These **** actin' like I ain't outside (boom)

And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline

And I'm totin' .45's, my brother aim legit, and he won't miss, he carry both .9's

Bitch I'm 'bout mine, ain't gotta talk mine, it's up in black and white, I sling iron

Really don't mind, I'll shoot you black and white, that south side

Streets I was raised, I bled 'em every night, stop signs

Runnin' right through 'em, they tryna take our life, we baptized

But we ain't said prayers, I'm 'bout a thousand nights

Duckin' mama 'cause mama know we ain't livin' right

I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight

The money got to comin' in, I had a purpose overnight

Me and my uncle whippin' soft up in the loft (yeah)

40K made off cocaine 'fore set it off

Yeah, bitch, I'm outside, courtside, iced up, two .9's

I'm a million dollar **** still in the club throwin' gang signs

Bitch, I'm 'bout mine, thuggin' on the north (Denny, what you cookin' mane?)

These **** actin' like I ain't outside

And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline

And I'm totin' .45's, my brother aim legit, and he won't miss, he carry both .9's

Bitch, I'm 'bout mine