[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]

You keep talkin' bout that clique and shit

I see that pussy in your eyes

Why you lyin’? You ain't tryin’ ride you ain't tryin’ slide

If they put us on the news nigga you ain't tryin’ hide

You gon turn yourself in you pussy nigga close your thighs

I ain't lacking i don't ever close my eyes

Every time i close my eyes I see OG Bob die

And every time I trust a nigga I get snaked out every time

That’s why I say fuck a nigga man I don’t got the time

I don’t got the patience for disloyalty and lies

Niggas shootin’ for no reason it’s a reason why we slide

You bout to go to trial nigga hold your chin up

We got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner

They done killed my nigga dre that shit was in the way

Niggas fallout everyday don’t show em where you stay

First nigga I robbed fucked up and showed fool the safe

He came home the next day errything out of place

I’m hungry I want millions I want foreigns

Give this everything i got we working early in the mornings

We outside when it’s late we ain’t hiding

Pull up on em

I’m beefing harder than a bitch

I gotta keep that thang up on me

Real niggas rare

Counted on some niggas (huh) and niggas wasn’t there

Ran out the house, what the fuck? That nigga wasn’t there

So when I seen him put bullets all in that nigga head

Largo Road made me a soldier, nigga I'm right there

The streets not fair

The streets not fair

We gon keep shooting til the judge give our ass the chair

Keep them tools come get repaired

I be counting up the dead

I was bout to grab the uzi, but I grabbed the mac instead

Uh, I can’t believe what this nigga said

He told them peoples what we fucking did

This nigga tryin’ give me a hunnit years

Now I gotta put a bomb on his muva head

My Glock black, but my coat red

Coke white I'm a trappa bitch I’m bout my bread

This that Gucci ucci

Come and check the thread

My niggas do ya boosie

I can’t control my friends

[Verse 2: Duffle Bag Boog]

I lost my right hand man it fucked me up inside

I was locked up in my cell I couldn’t even slide (Damn)

Niggas want me dead, so I gotta keep that iron

Rather do time than handle my mother crying

How the fuck that boy a shooter he ain’t never slide

Man respect man can’t even look me in my eyes

OG Rich Shoota bitch we live a life of crime

He said he need a molly brick I said I need a [?]

God Damn

Here we go again with the bull shit

Riding in the coop, but we got a hunnit in this bitch

Max got the dog in man we on that ova shit

You bet not walk up in my section getting punished in this bitch

All black hoodie remember me and Don on that mission

Pop another dom man that shit be fucking with me

Swerving in traffic nigga I got about a hunnit fifty

If it ain’t gang nigga anybody can get it