shootem up bang
Singer:peewee longway
lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
throwin' up the same thing
hundred-fifty for a chain
youngin thirsty for a stain
dark black cartiers like i'm johnny cage
chopper got some dumb kick
pocket look like phonebook
diamonds look like lasers when i'm jumpin' on the stage
i was super faded when i interviewed with fader
got some lightning babies
all they need is jumper cables
i was sellin' bales of sage
i see a clique full of fugazi
i sell a brick in palm angels
they go gremlin for your chain
we put venom in your vein
i got homies in the chain gang
say sinnin' ain't a thing
once you spin it one time
better spin it once again
got the glock-45 with the fifty on the end
in the '63 coupe with the stick inside the benz
that's a hundred more shots
call forensic in this bitch
when it's fresh up out the doc
them bricks like dentals in this bitch
i been known my face good
i use credentials on the shit
i'm a trapper turned rapper and i used to hit licks
when i'm goin' for the sack
when i'm thuggin' with the mac
i trick-or-treat like bushwick
i make slaps just like i'm fabo
lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
throwin' up the same thing
hundred-fifty for a chain
youngin thirsty for a stain
leave him bloody in the street
i don't do that talkin' when it come to the beef
you know i'm from the east side
catch 'em on the front street
catch your ass while you eatin'
then i shoot through your teeth
i ain't with that talkin'
have them gangsters pull up
y'all be doin' a lot of that
i know y'all niggas really rats
you know a cat gon' eat a rat
you know we puttin' an end to that
you know we get rid of that
you were real gangster like a minute ago
you ain't gangster no more
now you wanna be friendly
but we shootin' at your door
pull up where them niggas at
they don't want none of that
we shootin' up all of that
you beefin' with a grown man
call of duty guns when i'm in the field
lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
throwin' up the same thing
hundred-fifty for a chain
youngin thirsty for a stain