500 Homicides
(专辑: Remember My Name - 2015)
Oh!, these niggas ain't gangstas Stay tryna take my lil homie off the
streets huh Free 'Nine bitch! We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?) Where you from nigga? Free the
gas man, you ain't from where we from I
told my niggas we gon' make it man It's a
fucking movement man We a
fucking family, we ain't a
gang OTF, (SQUAD!) These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches Go and tell to the
piggies I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business 3
bro niggas snitching, my case almost over You lucky it wasn't pendant I
put 2
in his limit, this 4-5 a
limit Extended clip for his niggas And he ain't shit to his niggas We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's just know that the
opps ain't never safe Load up the
Glock, and reload the 8
Do a
drill on the
op, no clones I
see dots ACGs for the
God's church and one power rock I'm on the
block Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop I'm not a
liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment Just to get flier than the
first day ticket, united 300, the
riot Murder murder, kill kill, in the
jam I'll never squeal My label only time I
deal I
fuck with GB's most king snapes, foes into niggas under kneel Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that kerb with 100 pills Western Union money to bro and them, in the
cell doing 20 years And I
lost a
couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh! Heard them die when I
was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around What's up with this twitter beef? Thought we was keeping it in the
streets? They mad I'm in the
winner seat, from the
summer time 'till winter breeze And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat! I
ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap) One time no light bulb, bro n
'em got a
lamp, (lamp, lamp) Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp) Niggas know we the
champ (champ, champ) Got niggas sneak dissing, it ain't rap Make a
real nigga gotta spit facts Got some niggas saying keep it only rap That's how these old niggas stay on the
map Headshot, we ain't getting into that Niggas telling hands full of pins and packs Grab a
pack, blood bleeding real bad Doing hit in a
coupe, in a
Range, or an Audi Fuck a
nigga doubt me All on my dick when they see me Knowing this bitch wanna be me Hell yea you can die over a
retweet I'm grabbing my pole on mimi I
can't see a
nigga like Stevie I
won't tell, I'll take me a
BG Let's get it! GANG!