let's go outside and play
i wanna go outside and play
i wanna go and play in the streets
they ain't have too many choices
rock a rollie on my left wrist
pull up to the sea bar order a hundred oysters
my name in the class with the eminems and the royces
that's why i don't respond to you rap niggas
i'm blicking it if i point it
put tools in your mouth like a dentist
go 'head take a crack at me like i ain't got the strap with me
and there ain't no coming after me
my young boys'll whack for me
but i'll still pop a nigga
fredo put this in the stash for me
lord flea he gon' spaz for me
call my niggas fast life i know he got the gas for me
he said he 'bout to bring a half for me
not too many niggas in the game is a match for me
still nobody out rapping me
keep the mac with me in case these niggas try jacking me
knocked his head from his body
i jumped back in my shit and sped in the masi'
that's a dead nigga hobby
i should have my own xxl cover
now i spit cruiser missiles
knock a limb off your body like a bazooka hit you
we nothing alike if you don't shoot your pistol
them fuck niggas is goofy with you
it be your own homies that plot to move against you
i can't let 'em catch me bruh
that's why i keep the heckler tucked
the hardest out is definitely us
the mac's and all the extra stuff
you niggas get your vestes up
get above your neck hit up
griselda 'til the death of us