Man, they know what they doing
They talking to 12
They go 'round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell
They up on the net, they flashing they Tecs
They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of they chains
Then they put they location where they hang, this the new game
But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man
All these youngsters want to be Bloods, it used to be about the Blue gang
Murder weapon, they don't ditch 'em, that trophy shit
Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked 'em with, these niggas over-snitch
Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer
These 90's babies crazy, but 2000's a lil' harder
Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up
Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell 'em they did it
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
I turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone
I'm thinking 'bout Duke, I put on my shoes, I go check his room
'Cause niggas his age ain't screwed tight, niggas his age, they goon like
We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night
First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood
My girl did it, telling on they own girl for the world, for the world
They got these psycho lil' bitches, they think they're Bonnie, man
They don't need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man
Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas
Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission
Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all he had
Hurt my heart 'cause an 80's baby did that, got a nigga like "shit"
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
El Chapo back home, they raising prices
They killing our kids, man, I'm talking ISIS (They really don't like us)
Got niggas on bids, man, T-maine and Tys
My touch ain't like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain't Midas, I strike lighters
I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts
Most of American gangsters was American rats
Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped
That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at
Have you like
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
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Man, they know what they doing
They talking to 12
They go 'round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell
They up on the net, they flashing they Tecs
They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of they chains
Then they put they location where they hang, this the new game
But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man
All these youngsters want to be Bloods, it used to be about the Blue gang
Murder weapon, they don't ditch 'em, that trophy shit
Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked 'em with, these niggas over-snitch
Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer
These 90's babies crazy, but 2000's a lil' harder
Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up
Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell 'em they did it
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
I turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone
I'm thinking 'bout Duke, I put on my shoes, I go check his room
'Cause niggas his age ain't screwed tight, niggas his age, they goon like
We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night
First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood
My girl did it, telling on they own girl for the world, for the world
They got these psycho lil' bitches, they think they're Bonnie, man
They don't need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man
Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas
Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission
Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all he had
Hurt my heart 'cause an 80's baby did that, got a nigga like "shit"
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
El Chapo back home, they raising prices
They killing our kids, man, I'm talking ISIS (They really don't like us)
Got niggas on bids, man, T-maine and Tys
My touch ain't like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain't Midas, I strike lighters
I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts
Most of American gangsters was American rats
Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped
That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at
Have you like
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
They talking to 12
They go 'round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell
They up on the net, they flashing they Tecs
They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of they chains
Then they put they location where they hang, this the new game
But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man
All these youngsters want to be Bloods, it used to be about the Blue gang
Murder weapon, they don't ditch 'em, that trophy shit
Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked 'em with, these niggas over-snitch
Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer
These 90's babies crazy, but 2000's a lil' harder
Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up
Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell 'em they did it
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
I turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone
I'm thinking 'bout Duke, I put on my shoes, I go check his room
'Cause niggas his age ain't screwed tight, niggas his age, they goon like
We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night
First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood
My girl did it, telling on they own girl for the world, for the world
They got these psycho lil' bitches, they think they're Bonnie, man
They don't need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man
Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas
Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission
Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all he had
Hurt my heart 'cause an 80's baby did that, got a nigga like "shit"
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
El Chapo back home, they raising prices
They killing our kids, man, I'm talking ISIS (They really don't like us)
Got niggas on bids, man, T-maine and Tys
My touch ain't like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain't Midas, I strike lighters
I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts
Most of American gangsters was American rats
Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped
That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at
Have you like
Man, f*ck
Man, these people f*cked up
Man, f*ck, f*ck
These people f*cked up
Writer: TORRENCE HATCH, RANDOLPH SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.