haha
black migo gang
yeah
true story
mad so
move low
creep silent
i don't promote bricks
i promote violence
bitch i'm from the six
i came from pullin' trigs
black amigo
pay like twenty bitches rent
your baby mom included
she love scooter
you right
i ain't gonna do it
i pay like twenty shooters
that's if they cross me
that kill 'em softly
lately
i been kickin' shit like bruce lee
won't do a show for less than twenty
don't approach
you fake rappin' ass niggas never seen the streets
i gave you niggas a lot of lingo
you should thank streets
my opp went to prison
i got him shanked every week
real talk
nigga
i never touched a boy
boss shit
i made your bitch snort a line with roy
i raise myself in the bricks
grew up a hustler
zone six drug lord
got lotta customers
jugg
haha
black migo gang
ysl
you dig
yeah
we came a long way from section eight
nigga
haha
that's slime in this bitch when we's there
count up
whip a nascar
tell 'em shoot a hunnid round
vvs's on my neck
plus my buss down
mixed the codeine with the fanta
watch it turn brown
on the daily
lookin' like i'm supposed to bow
lifestyle turnt
many nights of sellin' white
ridin' in this new whip
clutchin' on my loaded pipe
i don't wanna serve you
heard you in black and white
yeah
i'm 'bout to trap with my chester and my pocket right
let me take you to the trap
buss a bag a clutch a strap
bricks came saran wrap
yeah
we with all of that
now i hit a button and on the roof the top fall back
california
blueface
cut that off
dead weight
came in focused
don't you be the one that set me back
and half of you my sons
how you hate the one that showed you that?
bitch
you know i stomp for real
put signs by the cheek
now they takin' hits for judge and state
drop a kilo on your head
told him to call me when he dead
nigga said
we rollin' up in fifteen minutes