Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon' bang on 'em
Leeky in the backseat with that chopper, we gon' swang on 'em
And all my drawers be Ralph Lauren
Twenty-three shots to his car, Michael Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
This be the fast nigga, gang
My gang or no gang, yeah
Tell me what's the problem, we can handle that
Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I guarantee they cancel that
Hah, I guarantee they cancel that
Quando Rondo nigga
[Verse 1]
Leeky told me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest
Don't put your trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the bullets
I told my brother Light that this that life before fame
I could do a hundred years and I still won't change
These other niggas in the streets, they just tryna make a name
He don't want that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him with the flames
Murder on my mind, he must not heard my last song
I was locked up in that cell, Re had twenty-three a song
He ain't 'bout that lifestyle that he puttin' in them songs
I'm ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em that's right or wrong
Ray Bans, this shit just don't seem right
All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the green light
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him
[Chorus]
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times
