Gardena's Finest

Whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you... stranger
Trap-A-Holics
Real trap shit
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Aye, woah, woo, aye, yeah, woo
Aye, uh, uh, uh
This is a certified hood classic
What, aye, yeah, aye, what
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hit 'em with the stick, hit 'em with the pump
Watch his body flip, we don't give a shit
You know how I rock, loading up the clip
Pull up on your block, we don't give a fuck
We gon' shoot it up, snuck into the club
You know I'm toolie'd up
Somebody please point out the pussy niggas who tough
I want all the smoke, I don't give a fuck

Oh shit, goddamn
I'm a real nigga, ain't nothing like them
Know what's up, no, we not friends
Pull off in the fast car, pull off in the Benz
Does she love me? Does she love me?
Your hoe love to scream my name when she fuck me
Bust down diamond's on my chain, looking lovely
If you looking for the kid, come find me
I ain't running 'round, lil boy, I ain't hiding
Throw a deuce, no peace, love the violence
I'm Gardena's best, I'm the finest
Your bitch tryna give me neck, she see them diamonds

Hit 'em with the stick, hit 'em with the pump
Watch his body flip, we don't give a shit
You know how I rock, loading up the clip
Pull up on your block, we don't give a fuck
We gon' shoot it up, snuck into the club
You know I'm toolie'd up
Somebody please point out the pussy niggas who tough
I want all the smoke, I don't give a fuck