Yall say you got Fredo and Reese on camera
How did yall get my info?
Hello? Who is this? you been the one that we in to
I dont sell drugs, I aint a plug
My background from yall was plenty of guns
You aint the focus, and you bogus
I seen your ass on plenty of runs
Mama called, said cops kicked the door
Not lookin for me lookin for bro
That Phantom yall had came back stolen
In the trunk three sets, 36 over
Thirty bricks, pure shit no remix
Address came back to her shit
You a striker, three strikes, he out and it aint no fight
Call cell partner why?
Hit 9 with a manslaughter, damn
And his bond two million dollars flat
I dont care cause Imma make it right back
And the feds they all on my back
Turned that street money into rap
And these niggas trippin, these niggas bitchin
Got em all in your trap
Nah!
First 48 thats a homi, had 40, had Tommy
Two flats got my zombie, one flat thats a body
In my mind smoke Bobby, we aint a gang we a family
Niggas wearin oh my, niggas spray and niggas die
Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk nigga when they jam up
Call Fredo, bring the pounds up
Built 300 from the ground up, war time then we round up
How you snitch, doin five months
Im leaning dry like Im smoking five blunts
I can have all the bricks I want
I can have all the guns I want
Niggas tell but I want
Out of sight, out of mind
Head shots then Im out of town
Pull a tec if you out of bounds
Whole hood let a hundred rounds
Now he dead, now he underground
You aint a star nigga you underground
Err errbody know he runnin wild,
Err err errbody know Im a problem child
Lets get it!